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

This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin'
Like I wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers' sometimes?
Like failed, well livin' this time
I'm even not used to that I could be one of the top 5
when I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my uncle call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I made it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm not used to having shit I never had
Never in the winters and never said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her
And [...] I you, thank 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 that minivan for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I play will power my demo tape
Yeah, writing on the wall by the county [...]
He's a friend of mine [...] and that I can't
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we 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 some of these people think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's still above and I'm what I started now
Passionate a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better harder now

And it's been a long motherfucking time since I 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, I'm Dixie witch
But if I don't y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's Alabama sound
Much love and I let you down
I might as well be dropped
Back in gadsden and grass
Or handcuffed on the of the road on my fuckin' ass
Before I complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this
Ay that's fine I paid the cost
more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for in line to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless
300 soldiers I [...]
Around suckers dying for [...]
The new south's got a new hope a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, yeah I'm a [...]
Preachers out prophets about wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], ride the beat homey, it's over
rapper would ever say he's a sober
I be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I run out of lines
The of dixie