Punk

作词:Michael Atha,Jordan Michael Houston,Caleb Owens,Travis Barker

作曲:Michael Atha,Jordan Michael Houston,Caleb Owens,Travis Barker

所属专辑:Punk

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歌词

歌曲名 Punk 歌手名 Yelawolf+Travis Barker+Juicy J

作词:Michael Atha+Travis Barker+Caleb Owens+Jordan Michael Houston

作曲:Michael Atha+Travis Barker+Caleb Owens+Jordan Michael Houston

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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