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

This morning I woke up feeling like I never had a fuckin' dime
Like I didn't wake up in the of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like failed, well livin' this time
I'm even not to believe that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my uncle call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I made it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm not used to having shit I never had
Never stood in the winters and said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for her back
And [...] I love you, you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like
When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me
When I drove that minivan for the [...] a license plate
To atl so I could play power my demo tape
Yeah, that's on the wall by the county [...]
He's a friend of mine [...] and that I replace
If I'm in [...], in [...] and we both get a play (church)
This ain't no crew, a family so get it straight (church)
So you can tell god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the of my target crowd
I know some of these people think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's still above and I'm above I started now
Passionate like a poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was hard, well you better think harder now

And it's been a motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of Dixie's in this bitch, I'm Dixie witch
But if I don't have y all, I ain't got
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's Alabama sound
Much love and I let you down
I might as well be dropped
Back in gadsden and grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the on my fuckin' ass
Before I become complacent on the [...] that I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some
Lost, yeah I may have, my
But it takes a lunatic to pursue shit
Ay that's fine because I paid the
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 with a walk
300 soldiers I [...]
Around suckers for chains [...]
The new got a new hope with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, I'm a [...] assault
yelling out prophets about wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the beat homey, it's
Whatever rapper would say he's a sober
I must be bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I run out of lines
The of dixie