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YELAWOLF lyrics : "Johnny Cash"

The windows cracked on the Chevrolet
My cigarettes in the ash tray
The engines off and the radio's down

So nervous my whole body shakes
The parking lot's full of people and
They ready to see the preacher man

Time to open up for the main act
I guess that makes me a deacon
I promies that I won't let me down

And check myself in the mirror one time
Say my prayer and then I shook the ground
Light another smoke and step outside

Walk inside and take a look around
As I try to remember all of my lines
Guess it's time for me to face the crowd

And give the people my time

[Hook:]

Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash

Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash


These people standing on front row
Tryna see through me like a window
I'm wearing my soul on my sleeve

But they look at me through a pin hole
All I see is this oppurtunity
To see at least one of you and me

But I can't seem to win em over so
I swallow the humility
15 minutes to hold em down

And I'm just wishing that it would fly by
It's like my whole world hits the ground
All I wanted to do is have a good time

Hold me under but I will not drown
All I really know how to do is survive
Next time that I come to your town

I be the $#[email protected]' headline

[Hook]


I'm not supposed to be this person I suppose
I'm not supposed to be this rapper punking holes at stereotypes

Or to write this juxtapose and flow to beats it chose
I hope the microphone [?] goes this songs and quotables
Call me nasty, say I stink, well hit the sink and hold your nose

Cause I'm about as convinceable as a bum in stolen clothes til they go at those
I got dreams like fish got gils
I can't survive in this snake water wihtout a deal

But I can built Noah's Ark without a power drill
Look at this crowd like it's a battlefield
Tell em my travels, my triumphs, my failures, my faily loud and clear

Let em off judge, I don't care how they feel
$#[email protected] it what do I care, I'm my personal shrink
Throw my heart down on the ground, stomp it, use the blood for the ink

I'm used to purple and pink bruises so thanks for the two
That you just took a brick from the mansion
Another stich in the pants of a Johnny Cash

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