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

This morning I up feeling like that I never had a fuckin' dime
Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall co-sign sometimes?
radioactive failed, well livin' this time
I'm even not used to that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just
When my uncle buddy call and ask, I say I'm fine
But I like I haven't made it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or I'm just not used to having shit I never had
Never stood in the and never said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it like yesterday literally like yesterday
When I get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I drove that minivan for the [...] without a license
To atl so I could play power my demo tape
Yeah, that's writing on the by the county [...]
He's a of mine [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], in [...] and we both get a play (church)
This ain't no crew, it's a so get it straight (church)
So you can tell god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target
'cuz I know some of people think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's above and I'm above what I started now
Passionate like a political poet in an lounge
Hungry like a daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, you better think harder now

And it's been a long motherfucking time since I this homesick as I do now
Yeah it's 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
But if I don't y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's that Alabama
Much and I never let you down
'cause I as well be dropped
Back in and cuttin' grass
Or on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass
Before I complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke crack
Lost, I may have, my mind
But it a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that's fine because I paid the
more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for in line to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I [...]
Around suckers for chains [...]
The new got a new hope with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the in him, yeah I'm a [...] assault
Preachers yelling out about wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the beat homey, over
Whatever rapper would ever say he's a
I be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The heart of