1.Howdy
On behalf of alabama I just wanna say
The heart of dixie is in this bitch
M16, dj frank white, my name is yelawolf
Hello world, hello world, hello world
This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin'
dime
Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had marshall mathers' co-sign
sometimes？
Like radioactive failed, well livin' this time
I'm even not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my uncle buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not used to having shit I never had
Never stood in the winters and never said 'I got dinner, dad'
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me
play
To atl so I could play will power my demo tape
This ain't no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)
So father you can tell god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
'Cuz I know some of these people think I'm a certified artist
now
But the butterfly's still above and I'm above what I started now
Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think
harder now
And it's been a long motherfucking time since I felt this
homesick as I do now
Yeah it's been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! How you been! Amen!
The heart of dixie's in this bitch, yeah I'm dixie witch
But if I don't have y'all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's that alabama sound
Much love and I never let you down
'Cause I might as well be dropped
Back in gadsden and cuttin' grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that's fine because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk
Preachers yelling out prophets about wane
Whatever rapper would ever say he's a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out
of lines
The heart of dixie
2.Let Me Out
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out x 2
How ya feeling billy？
Guess billy's feeling good
And I'm looking around this club like
Man I wish a motherfucker would!
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let's go, brick wall, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yea tell em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking jack while I'm feeling the vibe
Drinking jack, holding pills
Fuck with my, motor skills
Can't drive, hold the wheel
Hey, somebody come let me out
Call me gay？ can't talk
Homie ya, can't walk
Marijuana, fuck y'all
Hey somebody come let me out
Ain't it beef？ meat racks
Kill em all, big macs
Shady bitch, quick raps
Tell your mama don't worry about ya
She'll be a couple of minutes,
She's good to walk around the club with yelawolf
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Just a little while mama)
Oh, somebody come let me out (haha)
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let's go, brick wall, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yea tell em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking jack while I'm feeling the vibe
Alabama, neighborhood
Load it up, wish you would
Big body, grippin wood
Hey, somebody come let me out
Cadilacs, chevrolets, famous bama made
Country fresh, all day
Hey, somebody come let me out
Cocaine, eric clapton
Rock n roll, what's happening？
These nuts, fuck rapping!
I ain't vaine, I'm just saying
I'm saying something about a motherfucker
Who has been a value to something that I like
You can suck a dick, a lot
Whole bunch, whole bunch of them motherfuckers
Heart of disie,
Dj frank white and m16 let's go!
1, 2, 3, 4 hey!
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking jack while I'm feeling the vibe x 2
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
3.Be The One
I'm not sure if you're aware or not but I'm Illuminati
We controlling the minds of all the youth
Shady, the evil empire
Yeah you got me pegged motherfucker
You got me, fuck y'all
Man people really got me confused, what did I do？
Outside being a human being seeing my dreams through？
Never did shit to nobody but invite them out to my party
Get'em drunk and maybe even tell them a story or two
Some think I'm Illuminati 'cuz I'm a light in the dark
Lookin' for masonic symbols inside of my body art
That's hilarious Marshall, what the fuck you do to these folks？
Crazy motherfuckers tryin' to put me and you in the boat
With Royce da 5'9”, Crooked I, Budden and Joell
But I'm on this ship and I don't give a shit, oh well
I see the storm, let the boat sail
And I'm on deck but the rain pourin' off my raincoat tails
They see God in me 'cuz I know Hell
They see the criminal inside of me probably 'cuz I broke jail
But my soul is not on wholesale
And when I die, my people will be cryin' the first
No？ Well look
If I'm gonna be the one, then everybody comes to one
Then I guess the battle has begun, fuck it then, let's have some
fun
'Cuz I promise I will never run, never run from what I've become
'Cuz all that dumb shit that I've done, built me up to make me
the one
Jesus Christ sittin' passenger with the .45
Turn the page, I got a new way to earn in pay
Stickin' bitches up with a crucifix while Lucifer sits
With a Vice Magazine, burning every page
Well I guess it's my turn to play
The wildcard of Shady's clique and new world order'll play
Talkin' shit, yeah that's sorta gay
But I ain't homophobic; I punch a homo like I punch a man
No way, are you serious？
Claiming that I got hipsters brainwashed and they all coming to
my show
But if you took a moment and took my dick out your mouth
You would see all the versatility on the front row
I convert, revert people to desert
People who miss being them people of Wolf, go home
And if you're 'bout it enough, anybody doubtin'
They come to the Circle of Psychos and you be done
So look
The one gathering people, some people think that I'm king
Some people think that I'm trash, some people shout and they
scream
Don't bother me, I'm a survivor, I'm alive and livin' my dream
In a microwave society I'm a steady stream
Don't need no validation from any cultural thieves
No magazines or blogs or anybody who don't believe
If you're behind the camera, than just point it at me
'Cuz I'll be making this movie and you're just making a scene,
check it
Missy Eliot gave me a shot and I love her for it
I wasn't ready, I should have waited, but when you poor
And you got a two year old baby and one on the way
You be crazy to see opportunity at your door and ignore it
So you lookin' back and callin' me whack and ho for
When all I wanted to do was get my kids out that apartment
And that's important
And I went from not having a home, to everything I owned up in
storage
I made a sacrifice any daddy would make
'Cuz I cannot stand and look when they look into daddy's face
When the government picked away at every penny that I made
I had to borrow money to get my son a fuckin' birthday cake
Yeah, I guess that's a hard balance to weigh
Chase the rap game, or manage a subway
Well I suck at making a sandwich and rappin' don't get me paid
But if I stick to then I'll get through with it someday
I'll be the one, you can talk shit about me
I'll be the one that you think is a part of some fucked up cult
I'll be the one you can hate
But
I ain't mad motherfucker
It's that new church, I be pastor
What's up Wolf pack？ Secret sermon started
Open up this rhyme book, give you some motherfucking quotables
4.Big Nutz
I got nutz on the mike you can hear it on stereo
see on the palm from mother fucking I'm teary oh
beast to en cherry oh, balance is from the swinging roll
there it goes catch the speed and make them all who stereo
got em dizzy and really get it like Mary Joe
round with the..that battle is packing in every show
yeah I sound like a savage..can let it flow
you ain't a big foot you just to get it though
bet your mamas smoking who plus with the..rose
ain't you gonna start but you got a pair of dough
but who's to drop in there's no..
Hook：
Got a lot of juice, big crops
running over mother fuckers see the big truck
looking dead in the face bitch roll
big nutz yeah, big nutz yeah
big nutz yeah, big nutz yeah
big nutz
Slapping the shit out the biggest mother fucker in the room
disrespecting my family I got big nutz
got a lot of juice yeah, big crops
big.., big nutz yeah
So people wanna buy..talk shit I get slow, fuck your way
everybody thinks that I got..and I walk around like..what your
name
pull out the iPhone make it forward in a few make it..soldier
game
acting me by a rap what..what's my lane
won't be the snap back my..that quick I'm fucking crazy
if I gotta keep go man like a grow man I feel such a baby
get to cross and I have the best 'cause I feel suffocated
you say run it out mouth 'cause I got your body..pop your place
say yellow what's the lane,
ain't shit with the gas price 'cause I steal it in the bad life
with my own lane and I'm doing on fuck your name
it's a game that a minute game and I wanna fuck 'cause I'm lot
to play
dude fucking hey and I know you got to hate
5.White Boy Shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
Candy bars, special K
Seeing stars in the middle of the day
Dude where's my car？ Chevrolet
If I snap the cops I have to bring the pepper spray
Took a fifth of jellybean to the face
No sweat, no chase
Party like a white boy, yeah I heard them say
Put your money where your mouth is, take a drink
Jack Daniels, Cpatain Morgan, Yago Bombs
Sill pouring
Man this motherfucking club shit is so boring
I need a dive park bitch, cause I'm on that
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
At least that's what I've been told
Smoking wizard out a rolled up tin foil
Everybody saying I'm a weirdo
With this silly automatic in my trench coat
Suburbs, Honda Civic's
Paper hits a vest and I did it
Quarter pound in my locker in a hundred tabs
I was trippin balls in every class
Hippies wearing tie dye t shirts
Selling brownies at a fucking fish concert
Jugalo's, Tech Nina, Wolfpack, shady fans, amen
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
Fuck with the cops just to run
Get bored, make a pipe bomb
Friday nights, having fun
Is getting drunk and shitting, playing with a loded gun
My country's no country for an old man
I got a mullet hawk, a bad girlfriend
Tattoo's to my feet and back up again
Half pearl Jam, half Eminem
If your friend jumped off a bridge, would you？
Fuck yeah, butt naked too
Cause I'm a jackass, forever 21
Rest in peace Ryan Dunn, cause
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit.
6.Fuck Me
You know forgiving somebody
Is probably the hardest thing you can do in the world
Forgiving somebody for fuckin' you up
Fuckin' up your heart
But I ain't gonna lie man
Asking for forgiveness, shit, is hard too
I don't know why you treat me just like a scumbag
When these bitches ain't shit to me but an autograph
I thought we were bigger than that, I thought we were vast
But you just think that I'm an Alabama piece of trash
Just like my dad I'm lookin' for a piece of ass
Motel 6 so bitch get a piece and dash
All these problems add up, like I need the math
But I'd rather divide if it equals bad
Multiplied the dividend until it feel trapped
Plus you never impressed much minus the bags
I never knew Chanel before I knew you
I knew Wal-Mart and Dickies suits
But if it made you happy I would shop and go
So you could feel all the class of Kennedy's Jackie O
Remember when Bob said you were out of my league
I just couldn't believe it I just couldn't conceive
I should have jumped from that fuckin' boat or maybe put a blade
to my throat
'Cuz I can never be the one you need, be the man of your dreams
I'm a fuckin' nightmare, a prisoner of the scene
So maybe you need somebody who doesn't believe in dreams
Or maybe you hate yourself as much as I hate me
I told you that I would do anything
Sometimes I don't know how you can complain
Fuck me, I just feel like it's fuck me
Well fuck me then
Lovin' you, something that would never change
Every day in that I still feel the same
Fuck you, that's all they ever wanna do
All they ever wanna do is fuck you
But if I catch you in the street with another man
Holdin' his hand, I'mma fuck him up
I ain't never had nobody like you
I don't know what to do with myself
I feel like maybe I should give it up
But I can't, I'm so in love with you that I can't see further
than right now
And right now I need to fill my cup
Drink my pain away again to weigh up to needin' you
Like I never needed anything but this relationship
Relationship… Fuck
You either let the past go and let us grow
Or let us not and let it stop, you gotta help me know
I put this ink in my own blood, give a fuck about who sees
What do I got to lose but my own soul？
No one loves you like I do and no one ever will
I said you was the coolest, but you need to chill
'Cuz if you leave me lyin' hurt from some lyin' jerk
I'mma bring my iron to the church like Kill Bill
And fuck up somebody for my baby
Fuck up somebody for my baby
Everybody's lyin', the preacher, the bride's maidens
'Cuz none of you motherfuckers can live up to my lady
Why can't you see that I'm not shady？
I wouldn't fuck around on you, never no baby
What I was is what I was so just maybe
You will stop worryin' about what I do lately
I told you that I was ride or die
Believe it
7.Sobriety Sucks
Hey mate can I get it into the phone to call my people 'cause I
lost my phone too？
I don't think that's him, what you ask for？
One two three fuck it up
One two three fuck it up
One two three fuck it up
One two three let's go
Eeey! I'm the life of the party
Eeey! Look what I just started
Eeey! How you doin', what's up？
Now everybody raise your cups and sing
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Man I never wanna grow up
Sobriety sucks
People think it so cool to see me drink all this Jack
Man I don't know what I started, sometimes I think it's so whack
They give me shot after shot after shot and shot after that
Want me to lose it, asked to be in front of people and rap
Okay it's all fun and games until I buckle and snap
I know you know who I am, you're a fan of these raps
But I'm not in the mood for you to ask for it autographed
Man I'm just lookin' to fight, that's why some people get
slapped
I don't mean to be mean, just seein' my inner demons
So be aware when I sluggish be muggin', drunked up and leanin'
Because you thinkin'
Someone go buy me some help, if I don't drink I can't sleep
Passed out in all of my clothes, my shoes are still on my feet
I go to bed around 2 and wake up a quarter passed 3
Go to the bathroom and throw back up everything that I eat
My body's so overworked I look in mirrors and weep
Feel like I'm 50 years old, look like I'm restin' in peace
Just this achein', I'm shakin', I kinda feel like my mommy
Couldn't tell me to quit, 'cause I don't missin' a shit
'Cause afternoon around 6, I twist the cap on the 5th
And that's just to keep from bendin' like I'm 'bout to be sick
From all this stress and anxiety of celebrity shit
I'm suicidal as fuck, I'm dyin' slow in my cup
I hear this shit way too much; 'Michael you've had enough'
My baby's tryin' to save me but I just scream and I cuss
8.Out My Face
9.Father's Day
I just thought it was appropriate to, uh
Just to give a shout out, or show my appreciation to all the
fathers
Cause I hear a lot of rappers say or brag about not having kids
but
Guess what？ I do
So I'd like to send this record out to all the daddies
You know the real daddies, taking care of shit
This one's for the skateboarders, emcees, b-boys like me
Street artists in magazines, DJs with babies
Working hard, you never sleep, never get to spend they time at
home
Send that money but you never see him
Always working, daddy's gone
To the brick laying, dirt digging
Burger flipping in the fuckin kitchen
Just to get that check on Friday
So you could bring back home what was missing
Everyday is feed my kids day
End of the month is rent day
And if you don't get back to work on time
They tax you for that month's break
For the d-boys holding weight
And for the daddies who are locked away
Doing time cause you was doing crime
But you was only tryna put down a plate
Maybe to get some baby J's
In the 80s, hey, that's how we raised
And to the men feeding a friend's child
When that friend has passed away
I've got to say
Yeah, to all my closest friends
And all the father figures in my life
You know I really, I just wanna say thank you
Yo, for real
Happy father's day
No matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father's day
Tell my mama not to worry about me
Cause I ain't never had a second to forgive my dad
I can't help but to believe in myself
It's not really a choice but a matter of being a real dad
When I came to the world I knew I had a talent
But I never would imagine I would be a young dad
And I grew up like weed overnight, through the crack in the
concrete
Look at me, young daddy
Tell me how to walk away from a child
And I'll tell you how to walk away from a million dad
If you can walk away from a million bucks then you never gave a
fuck
You a dumb fuck, dad
To look up and see a man above you
To tell you that you ain't invisible, that's a muthafuckin'
daddy
So why did he push you, and teach you how to fight
If you didn't fight, fuckin right, that's a good dad
Gotta take a second now show love to the trailer park apartment
hood dads
A man who ain't got a lot but in a minute he would drop it all
Do anything he could do daddy
Jesus, when I go to see every baby mama who never had a real dad
Don't take it out in the baby or maybe even the man when he's
only tryna become
A real daddy
... cause it ain't easy
But it's a blessing man
Makes you work hard
To all the hard workers out there
I just wanna say
Happy father's day
No matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father's day
10.Wrap Son
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