[Yelawolf]
That's so rock and roll she said
A rollin' stone
A tumblin' boulder
[Yelawolf]
I took a puff of my smoke and fumbled through my folder
The pages sound like leaves under wondering soldiers
And the moonshine through the wind of the whispering pines
Read her a line from poem that's partly defined, rhymes
From the swamp where nothing grows
She stood up crooked like a stop sign on a country road
I set her straight with a letter wait let her meditate
I poured the whiskey into the glass let her wait
She dipped her pot in the powder like a coke fondue
Laid back in the condo and passed out blonde nude
Maybe brunette maybe we got cooked Le Creuset then maybe you let
Maybe you gave but I never took
Turn the page I wrote the book
28 days in a tour bus purgatory
28 minutes in a hotel tour glory
Checked out end the lease
Took a last look at the lady in the sheets twin peaks
But I mounted up the mountainous terrain
Mouth and all between with the mattress bouncin' out the frame
Hold up
[Yelawolf]
Good night now that's alright
Threw on my aviators for the morning sunlight
And my memories are violent
But if I had a dollar to go back I wouldn't buy it
But I dropped four quarters in the wishing well
Spent the other ten bucks on a box of zinfandels and OJ
Hair of the dog tattered and beat scary and flawed
Sidewalk under my boots I bury my claws
Told my momma prepare me a cross
Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss
With no umbrella in the London rain
Black skin beaver hat drippin' down the lane
Through a tunnel under moving trains
Though I'm a hunter I still prey
The rule of gain
My third eye is the tool of aim
Manifestation is the coolest thing
Crew on the corner waiting for me by the Prevost
And I made bus call by a shoe string
Shoe string
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