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

This I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin' dime
Like I wake up in the back of the bus that's 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 believe that I be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
my uncle buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not used to having shit I had
Never stood in the winters and never "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I love you, you, always my favorite dad
And it like yesterday literally like yesterday
I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I drove that for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I play will power my demo tape
Yeah, that's writing on the wall by the [...]
a friend of mine [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we both get a (church)
This ain't no crew, it's a so get it straight (church)
So father you can tell god to part the
And let your sun shine to the minds of my crowd
'cuz I know of these people think I'm a certified artist now
But the still above and I'm above what I started now
Passionate a political poet in an artist lounge
like 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 better think now

And it's a long motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah 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
But if I have y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's that Alabama
love and I never let you down
'cause I as well be dropped
Back in and cuttin' grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my ass
Before I complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my
But it takes a lunatic to this shit
Ay that's fine I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of 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 for chains [...]
The new south's got a new hope a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, I'm a [...] assault
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 must be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my
I should have built roads the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The heart of