paroles de chanson Punk - Yelawolf feat. Travis Barker & Juicy J
I'm
a
million
lightyears
away
from
the
dark
A
thousand
miles
and
running
Country
boy
can
survive
I'm
alive,
a
loaded
gunnin'
Backseat
full
of
crooks
Pen
and
paper,
this
one's
for
the
books
Pack
it,
wrap
it,
seal
it,
send
it
To
the
corner
in
a
Travis
Caddy
Everybody
in
this
motherfucker
jumping
footprints
on
the
wall
Gimme
the
losers,
the
ones
who
don't
fit
in
And
with
this
shit
we're
gonna
have
a
ball
Swing
around
the
mosh
pit
Dosie
Doe
Catfish
Billy
and
a
Dobro
I'm
Psycho
White—oh
no
I'm
a
chili
pepper
in
an
Oldsmobile
Comin'
out
for
the
kill
I
don't
gamble
I
don't
deal
with
these
whose
whose
in
this
mass
appeal
I
just
wanna
be
behind
a
steering
wheel
of
a
semi-truck
Then
get
drunk
and
run
amuck
With
every
single
one
of
my
misfits
Bitch,
that's
how
we're
showin'
up
With
them
lowriders
on
the
west
side
Lift
kits
from
the
south
Jump
in
the
passenger
seat
of
my
'69
and
hit
the
bootleg
house
I'm
on
my
new
shit,
still
ready
and
ruthless
A
public
nuisance
But
I
feel
right
at
home
Yeah,
since
they're
sleepin'
on
me,
let
me
wake
'em
up
Got
the
world
in
my
palm,
watch
me
shake
it
up
Everything
I'm
talkin'
real,
I
ain't
make
it
up
I
know
you
probably
think
I
care,
but
I
don't
give
a
fuck
But
I
ain't
giving
up,
I'd
rather
live
it
up
Everybody
sound
the
same,
you
need
to
switch
it
up
They
still
swervin'
in
my
lane,
they
need
to
give
it
up
But
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
I
don't
give
a
fuck
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
really
I
don't
give
a
fuck
Still
bumping
Three
6 all
day,
Hank
Williams
all
day
So
promenade
when
the
lights
in
the
ballroom
swing
And
shake
and
then
fall
and
break
with
that
bottom
bass
Make
you
wanna
tear
the
club
up
and
go
tattoo
your
face
Country
boys,
gutter
raised,
what
a
blend,
that's
all
it
takes
Got
a
lock
in
the
pocket,
a
rock
in
the
sock
With
a
cop
I'm
a
nervous
wreck
I
never
could
keep
a
job
'cause
I
rob
and
I
take
And
I
leave
you
with
nothing
left
But
mama
tried
Mama
tried
to
harvest
early
and
the
pot
died
If
she
ever
said
I
was
a
good
boy,
trust
me,
mama
lied
Leave
these
haters
with
a
cane
to
walk
Take
these
lames
with
a
grain
of
salt
All
I
wanna
do
is
take
aim,
assault,
tell
my
story
Paint
the
wall
from
Alabama
to
Atlanta
From
Atlanta
I
began
to
build
a
plan,
a
panoramic
view
To
center
who
my
friends,
the
men
around
me
was
The
culture
is
that
slum,
and
I'm
not
alone
I
put
a
flag
in
Nashville,
and
I'm
feelin'
right
at
home
Yeah,
since
they're
sleepin'
on
me,
let
me
wake
'em
up
Got
the
world
in
my
palm,
watch
me
shake
it
up
Everything
I'm
talkin'
real,
I
ain't
make
it
up
I
know
you
probably
think
I
care,
but
I
don't
give
a
fuck
But
I
ain't
givin'
up,
I'd
rather
live
it
up
Everybody
sound
the
same,
you
need
to
switch
it
up
They
still
swervin'
in
my
lane,
they
need
to
give
it
up
But
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
I
don't
give
a
fuck
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
really
I
don't
give
a
fuck
And
the
whole
world
is
yours
This
I
know,
because
Nas
told
me
so
Damn
right,
so
give
me
that
bag
of
money
real
quick
Let's
go,
I've
got
it
cranked,
it's
parked
out
front
I'm
a
wanted
man
and
I'm
on
the
run
And
I'm
goin'
back
to
Cali
to
the
allies
where
they
packin'
rallies
With
the
skateboarders,
punks
and
rowdies
And
show
'em
this
country
savvy
I,
am,
Yelawolf,
and
I'm
feeling
right
at
home
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