I in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all started town Alabama, from city life we departed Not a single light in the street, morning was scary and To a little boy catching the bus to 5:30 sharp I used to make up songs to keep my from wandering was in the woods waiting for me, my stomach still rumbling From the diet Even though mama was to do the best that she could Alcohol made her Her boyfriend was a prick, 26 Barely looked my direction and didn't do shit My animosity along with my anger And disastrous school My teachers I was trouble waiting And I did too, but I like it Maybe I had to accept I'd be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented stuff But I never I had it rough I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I how different I was It made me a rebel and rebels made me welcomed and loved I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Here comes the heavy
I'm the lighting to your storm Dark bloodstains a dogfight The to your alarm Your hangover after a long I'm the snake your barn That one mistake you 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
If is but a dream I'm up the creek in a paddle Streams full of snakes, demons, not a ladder goes Up high and the Mississippi to see the ocean So I go floatin', yeah But I it a habit though 19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I it home with the favorites Quarter pound of that Mexican trash slinging nickles enough and then break it even, just do it for tickles Nashville's under icicles, the penatratin' Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an No chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain jars and dark are my role models, and old-school cars Sickening and I'm it I'm in half of it Backstrokin' in ways, a dagger to pastors I never knew my but, They said that I was the same and a shame come the cocaine in the heavy rain
Cause I'm the to your storm Dark after a dogfight The to your alarm Your hangover a long night I'm the snake outta 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
And you can tell that I still don't a fuck Still whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down Slumerican-made man, all around Seventy-thousand dollars a night good, look Livin' a story my war as my shield The truth, and recreated The followings Plenty of fatherless fill up the pit in the buildin' Usin' the mind for the feelin', just like poppin' a pill And I'm it in Lost at a win Thanks for the poems that you inspired, I'm it in heard you say "give me five," so make it a ten Think the I'm ballin', look at the bastard of him When I went to jail for the time, I thought about you Son of a bitch, I it, I guess the rumours are true when I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came Trial by fire, pain, heavy
Cause I'm the to your storm Dark bloodstains a dogfight The tornado to your Your hangover after a night I'm the outta your barn That one mistake you ever did The to your drum I'm son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun