Howdy Testo
Testo Howdy
On behalf of alabama I just wanna say
The heart of dixie is in this bitch
M16, DJ frank white, my name is yelawolf
Hello world, hello world, hello world
Yelawolf
This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin' dime
Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like radioactive failed, well livin' this time I'm even not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my uncle buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not used to having shit I never had
Never stood in the winters and never said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I love you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I drove that minivan for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I could play will power my demo tape
Yeah, that's writing on the wall by the county [...]
He's a friend of mine [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we both get a play (church)
This ain't no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)
So father you can tell god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
'cuz I know some of these people think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's still above and I'm above what I started now Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think harder now
And it's been a long motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it's been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of Dixie's in this bitch, yeah I'm Dixie witch
But if I don't have y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's that Alabama sound
Much love and I never let you down
'cause I might as well be dropped
Back in gadsden and cuttin' grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass
Before I become complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that's fine because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for tickets in line to see me [...]
The pain in the mic [...]
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I brought [...]
Around suckers dying for chains [...]
The new south's got a new hope with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, yeah I'm a [...] assault
Preachers yelling out prophets about wane
I refrain [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the beat homey, it's over
Whatever rapper would ever say he's a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The heart of dixie
The heart of dixie is in this bitch
M16, DJ frank white, my name is yelawolf
Hello world, hello world, hello world
Yelawolf
This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin' dime
Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like radioactive failed, well livin' this time I'm even not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my uncle buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not used to having shit I never had
Never stood in the winters and never said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I love you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I drove that minivan for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I could play will power my demo tape
Yeah, that's writing on the wall by the county [...]
He's a friend of mine [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we both get a play (church)
This ain't no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)
So father you can tell god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
'cuz I know some of these people think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's still above and I'm above what I started now Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think harder now
And it's been a long motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it's been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of Dixie's in this bitch, yeah I'm Dixie witch
But if I don't have y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's that Alabama sound
Much love and I never let you down
'cause I might as well be dropped
Back in gadsden and cuttin' grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass
Before I become complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that's fine because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for tickets in line to see me [...]
The pain in the mic [...]
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I brought [...]
Around suckers dying for chains [...]
The new south's got a new hope with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, yeah I'm a [...] assault
Preachers yelling out prophets about wane
I refrain [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the beat homey, it's over
Whatever rapper would ever say he's a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The heart of dixie
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