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 rhymepack
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 bout 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 overs 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
If you don't know, if you don't know, no, no, no
If you don't know, if you don't know, no, no, no
If you don't know, if you don't know, no, no, no