Living the life of a student,
I begin on a high,
Losing my mind,

And they say that I've been with them for time,
Never been to a gun fight, never needed a knife.
But then I meet the cop when I delivered the knifes

Sit on the side, with a rhyme pack,
With a tin to my sight
Sipping a lime corona only with my best friends

Cause I paid 'em my pride
Giving it time to write rhymes.
But I find truth at a quarter to five,

Eh, It's kinda like I took a train
To the left side of my brain, oh, main
Toddle some wood, under my door

You know I'm Stepping in my own plain
All of these speakers sitting behind me
But what psychology, psychologically insane

Part of me wanna get down, down, down
Making you go low, inside
You don't know, you don't know by now

You better tell him 'bout it
What you gonna tell him about it?


Yeah, yeah
Ten coats to the dirt
And sewed to the paper

God has a paper for your thirst
Drink a pipe baba
To the bull%#@! praise Allah

To the reals I'm a writer
Steering your product
Only to have closed to my other readers

I'm a fetus in my boom sake nana
Daddy's home, on the mic, hey papa
Back with my band, yo street hoot tele novndo

But every single one of my fans know that
Every damn show, I'm taking my kids over seas
On a journey like I'm flying with Van Gogh

livin' so sweet without Gretel and Hansel
Criticize the lyrics cause they think I've been tango
Find me when we're all close working at cango

I'm rocking on with Yelawolf and new Danny Fambo
Hello me how ya been?
They got a mother the king I knew when you was 10

You brought me sipping sweets, you still huh?
And your piggy bank is full of change
Where'd you use to steal from

You been playing fools
Like a still drum
Pulling put early, and they still come

Eating from the gain, when you know the meal's done
Yelawolf is kicking back at these pilgrims
Hold it baby, sit still son

this old rhyme, it heals bin row
still shocking when I see 'em go
Bananas and they hammer the

You don't know, you don't know by now
You better tell him 'bout it
What you gonna tell him bout it?


Yeah, yeah
I'm not the every half of wit

after this ever gets out of this
in 60 seconds i'm gonna need the wretchening
Chasing the chef with a shot of ? and water

probably the better idea you're moving the wretchening
threatens the part of me to be the loosen of cannons
blowing his $#&@ing minds like the winds

I caught his cardigan
Hooligans, hooligans, hooligans
But pretty who's your friend

Open the fire and get back in the pool again
You my friend, watch your manners
I'm tossing rappers up on my cruelty

Minus 4, minus !@^%
Shady Records I'm already better, $#&@ it, cow gone
Dog don't gotta leave
Dog's already home
Dogs I'm a beast, I'm a wolf

Bring your dogs back
A melody man in a melancholic mellow yellow can
Shht, tell him how we gonna sell 'em man
Been working hard all week
So won't you bring that back to me

I got blisters on my feet
so won't you bring that back to me
If you don't know, if you don't know, no, no, no x 4