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On behalf of I just wanna say
The heart of dixie is in bitch
M16, DJ white, my name is yelawolf
Hello world, world, hello world

This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin'
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
radioactive failed, well livin' this time
I'm even not used to believe that I be one of the top 5
Maybe when I myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, uncle but I'm tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not to having shit I never had
Never stood in the winters and never "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never even had the to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I love you, you, always my favorite dad
And it feels yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to and see me play
When I drove that minivan for the [...] without a license
To atl so I could play will my demo tape
Yeah, that's on the wall by the county [...]
He's a friend of mine [...] and that I replace
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we both get a (church)
This ain't no crew, it's a family so get it (church)
So father you can tell god to part the
And let sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
'cuz I know some of these people think I'm a certified now
But the butterfly's still and I'm above what I started now
like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you think harder now

And it's been a long time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it's been a long time, and I just wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of Dixie's in this bitch, yeah I'm witch
But if I don't have y all, I ain't got
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's Alabama sound
Much love and I let you down
'cause I might as well be
Back in gadsden and cuttin'
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my ass
I become complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue shit
Ay that's fine I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of for tickets now
They pay for tickets in to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
Two-step in my with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I [...]
suckers dying for chains [...]
The new south's got a new with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, yeah I'm a [...]
Preachers yelling out prophets about
I [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the beat homey, it's
rapper would ever say he's a sober
I must be bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The heart of