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I look in the sometimes and think about how it all started
Small town Alabama, from city we departed
Not a single in the street, morning was scary and dark
To a little boy catching the bus to school sharp
I used to make up songs to keep my from wandering
What was in the woods waiting for me, my stomach still
From the diet
Even though mama was trying to do the best she could
made her violent
Her was a prick, probably 26
looked my direction and really didn't do shit
My animosity grew along my anger
And impatience school
My teachers knew I was trouble
And I did too, but I like it
Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to events, football and family oriented stuff
But I never thought I had it
I it, honestly, 'cause I knew how different I was
It me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and loved
I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
Here the heavy rain

I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The to your alarm
hangover after a long night
I'm the snake your barn
That one mistake you ever did
The gunpowder to drum
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

If life is but a
I'm up the creek in a paddle
Streams of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes
Up high and over the to see the ocean
So I go floatin', yeah
But I made it a though
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I made it home the favorites
Quarter pound of that seeded trash slinging nickles
Make and then break it even, just do it for tickles
Nashville's under icicles, the penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an
No more cookies, and porcelain jars
Morbid and dark are my role models, and old-school
and I'm lovin' it
I'm basking in of it
Backstrokin' in ways, a dagger to pastors
I never knew my but,
They said that I was the and what a shame
come the cocaine in the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to your
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The to your alarm
Your hangover after a night
I'm the snake outta your
That one you ever did right
The gunpowder to drum
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

And you can tell I still don't give a fuck
Still drinking I'm half-a-bottle already down
Slumerican-made man, all around
Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good,
a story usin' my war as my shield
The truth, examined and
The followings
of fatherless children fill up the pit in the buildin'
Usin' the mind for the feelin', it's just like poppin' a
And I'm it in
at makin' a win
Thanks for the that you inspired, I'm rakin' it in
heard you say "give me five," so make it a ten
Think the chances I'm ballin', look at the of him
When I to jail for the first time, I thought about you
Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the rumours are
when I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, heavy

Cause I'm the lighting to storm
Dark after a dogfight
The tornado to your
Your after a long night
I'm the snake outta your
That one mistake you did right
The gunpowder to your
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun