I look in the sometimes and think about how it all started Small town Alabama, from city life we Not a light in the street, morning was scary and dark To a little boy catching the bus to 5:30 sharp I to make up songs to keep my mind from wandering What was in the waiting for me, my stomach still rumbling From the cereal Even though mama was trying to do the best she could Alcohol made her Her was a prick, probably 26 Barely looked my direction and didn't do shit My animosity grew along with my And impatience disastrous My knew I was trouble waiting And I did too, but I like it Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented But I thought I had it rough I it, honestly, 'cause I knew how different I was It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel 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
Cause I'm the lighting to storm Dark bloodstains after a The to your alarm hangover after a long night I'm the snake outta barn That one mistake you ever did The gunpowder to your I'm son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun
If is but a dream I'm up the creek in a paddle Streams of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes Up high and the Mississippi to see the ocean So here I go floatin', But I it a habit though 19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the was the place and I made it home with the favorites Quarter pound of that Mexican trash slinging nickles Make enough and then it even, just do it for tickles under icicles, the Methadone's penatratin' Ecstasy-hungry, as an experimentation No more cookies, and porcelain jars Morbid and are my role models, and old-school cars and I'm lovin' it I'm basking in of it Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a to pastors I never my daddy but, They said that I was the same and a shame Here come the cocaine in the heavy
Cause I'm the lighting to storm bloodstains after a dogfight The to your alarm Your hangover after a night I'm the snake outta your That one mistake you ever did The gunpowder to your I'm son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun
And you can tell that I still don't a fuck Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle down man, Criminals all around Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good, a story usin' my war as my shield The truth, and recreated The followings of fatherless children fill up the pit in the buildin' Usin' the mind for the feelin', it's like poppin' a pill And I'm it in at makin' a win Thanks for the that you inspired, I'm rakin' it in Never heard you say "give me five," so it a ten Think the chances I'm ballin', look at the of him I went to jail for the first time, I thought about you Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the rumours are 'Cause when I in the mirror, I see from what I 'came by fire, pain, heavy rain
Cause I'm the lighting to storm Dark bloodstains a dogfight The tornado to alarm Your hangover after a night I'm the snake outta barn one mistake 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