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On behalf of I just wanna say
The heart of is in this bitch
M16, DJ white, my name is yelawolf
world, hello world, hello world

This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin'
Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus that's finally
Why do I feel like I had Marshall Mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like radioactive failed, well livin' time
I'm even not used to believe I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not to having shit I never had
Never in the winters and never said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I love you, you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday like yesterday
When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to and see me play
I drove that minivan for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I could play power my demo tape
Yeah, that's writing on the wall by the [...]
a friend of mine [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], in [...] and we both get a play (church)
ain't no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)
So father you can tell god to the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target
'cuz I know some of these think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's still above and I'm above I started now
Passionate like a political in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you a departed clown
And if you thought I was hard, well you better think harder now

And it's been a long time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it's been a long fucking time, and I wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The of Dixie's in this bitch, yeah I'm Dixie witch
But if I don't have y all, I got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, that Alabama sound
Much love and I never let you
I might as well be dropped
Back in gadsden and cuttin'
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my ass
Before I complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my
But it takes a to pursue this shit
Ay that's fine I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of for tickets now
They pay for tickets in to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
Two-step in my shoes a shameless walk
300 soldiers I [...]
suckers dying for chains [...]
The new south's got a new with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the in him, yeah I'm a [...] assault
Preachers yelling out prophets about
I [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the beat homey, it's
Whatever would ever say he's a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my
I should have built roads the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The heart of