On behalf of Alabama I just wanna say
The Heart of Dixie is in this (*##$

M16, DJ Frank White, my name is Yelawolf
Hello world, hello world, hello world


[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a $#&@in' dime
Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine

Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like Radioactive failed, well livin' this time
I'm even not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5

Maybe when I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my Uncle buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, Uncle but I'm just tryin'

Or maybe I'm just not used to having %#@! I never had
Never stood in the winters and never said ?I got dinner, dad?
%#@!, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back

And [?] I love you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn't get one mother$#&@ing fan to come and see me play

When I drove that minivan for the [?] without a license plate
To ATL so I could play Will Power my demo tape
Yeah, that's writing on the wall by the county [?]

He's a friend of mine [?] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [?], he's in [?] and we both get a play (church)
This ain't no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)

So Father you can tell God to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
'Cuz I know some of these people think I'm a certified artist now

But the butterfly's still above and I'm above what I started now
Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child

If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think harder now


And it's been a long mother$#&@ing time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it's been a long $#&@ing time, and I just wanna say
Hey! How you been?! Amen!

The Heart of Dixie's in this (*##$, yeah I'm Dixie witch
But if I don't have y'all, I ain't got %#@!
Gadsden?

Throw it up, it's that Alabama sound
Much love and I never let you down
'Cause I might as well be dropped

Back in Gadsden and cuttin' grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my $#&@in' $$#
Before I become complacent on the [?] level that I'm at

Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this %#@!

Ay that's fine because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for tickets in line to see me [?]

The pain in the mic [?]
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I brought [?]

Around suckers dying for chains [?]
The new South's got a new hope with a [?] and a [?]
[?] and [?], the truth's in him, yeah I'm a [?] $$#ault

Preachers yelling out prophets about wane
I refrain [?]
I'm a [?], just ride the beat homey, it's over

Whatever rapper would ever say he's a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines

The heart of Dixie