Living the life of a student,
I begin on a high,
Losing my mind,
And they say that I’ve been with them for time,
Never been to a gun fight, never needed a knife.
But then I meet the cop when I delivered the knifes
Sit on the side, with a rhyme pack,
With a tin to my sight
Sipping a lime corona only with my best friends
Cause I paid ‘em my pride
Giving it time to write rhymes.
But I find [bad word] at a quarter to five,
Eh, It’s kinda like I took a train
To the left side of my brain, oh, main
Toddle some wood, under my door
You know I’m Stepping in my own plain
All of these speakers sitting behind me
But what psychology, psychologically insane
Part of me wanna get down, down, down
Making you go low, inside
You don’t know, you don’t know by now
You better tell him ’bout it
What you gonna tell him about it?

Yeah, yeah
Ten coats to the dirt
And sewed to the paper
God has a paper for your thirst
Drink a pipe baba
To the [bad word] praise Allah
To the reals I’m a writer
Steering your product
Only to have closed to my other readers
I’m a fetus in my boom sake nana
Daddy’s home, on the mic, hey papa
Back with my band, yo street hoot tele novndo
But every single one of my fans know that
Every [bad word] show, I’m taking my kids over seas
On a journey like I’m flying with Van Gogh
livin’ so sweet without Gretel and Hansel
Criticize the lyrics cause they think I’ve been tango
Find me when we’re all close working at cango
I’m rocking on with Yelawolf and new Danny Fambo
Hello me how ya been?
They got a mother the king I knew when you was 10
You brought me sipping sweets, you still huh?
And your piggy bank is full of change
Where’d you use to steal from
You been playing fools
Like a still [bad word] Pulling put early, and they [bad word] Eating from the gain, when you know the meal’s done
Yelawolf is kicking back at these pilgrims
Hold it baby, sit still son
this old rhyme, it heals bin row
still shocking when I see ‘em go
Bananas and they hammer the
You don’t know, you don’t know by now
You better tell him ’bout it
What you gonna tell him bout it?

Yeah, yeah
I’m not the every half of wit
after this ever gets out of this
in 60 seconds i’m gonna need the wretchening
Chasing the chef with a shot of … and water
probably the better idea you’re moving the wretchening
threatens the part of me to be the loosen of cannons
blowing his [bad word] minds like the winds
I caught his cardigan
Hooligans, hooligans, hooligans
But pretty who’s your friend
Open the fire and get back in the pool again
You my friend, watch your manners
I’m tossing rappers up on my [bad word] Minus 4, minus [bad word] Shady Records I’m already better, [bad word] it, cow gone
Dog don’t gotta leave
Dog’s already home
Dogs I’m a beast, I’m a wolf
Bring your dogs back
melody man in a melancholic mellow yellow can
Shht, tell him how we gonna sell ‘em man
Been working hard all week
So won’t you bring that back to me
I got blisters on my feet
so won’t you bring that back to me
If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no x 4  [bad word] yarik15 
(с) Y.P.