Yelawolf - Alabama lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Ladies in the back seat drunk, in and out of that

Window right for us, ding dong

Cigarette buds in the floorboard, honey mint

Another 30 pack in the trunk

(Verse)

And I'm covered in tattoos, step in this pocket my no. 10 pencils and shoes

Root of the fuckin' loom, butter constrict the roots

Morp yo fuckin' lawn with an 82' vehicle

Put premium glass in immediate glass

Chug it, spit five and laugh in a helium mask

Y'all couldn't fuck with a verse if you rehearsed a diss

Six months late it and gave it a DjDrama for horse stamps

I don't baggle, I war, I'm from the country where dope dealers run the rap game shit

Fuck I'mma battle fir?! I ain't with that bullshit, I ain't no matador

I'm emcee 8 tapes, 808, rattlin' floors

I'm an AK, love - hate, I'm a catalyst for it

Crackers who act-a-rabbit and jump when I crack the door

Speakin' of act-a-rabbit you already know who I'm with

I dunno why you still actin' unsure, shit

I feel like slappin' these whores

Shut up, loser, you stupid, reach in that cooler and grab me a course

It don't matter if you mad that I'm more badder and more savage

Than these other rappers before

Because of my ? clothes and my pack in the patch record

Bitch, suck a stack o' shit while I stack up a sack of awards

In and they goons they bang and they pride, they bitch and they moan

But this is what I see when they ride

(I tell you, I tell you, I tell you you must die)

Well, let me do you a fucking favor

In ? over I buy, and I'm on a higher for ya

Gonna need to provide

Picture ID to sit with Messiah's boy in the sky

Ancient Mayan convoyants, the portals have not arrived

Through this door in my mortal mind, Tom Sawyer in the divine

Took 4 years under the pines, developed the greater great

But then poured you a glass of wine

Now drink the unthinkable, put a flame to the tip of that joint

And then smoke the undreamable

Cuz me bein' who I am is nothin' less but a shrink into angels to daemons

A preacher who's leanin', a prophet, a mystic

And they all twisted, jerkin' off in a cup with the mixture of seamen

Nine months later, me and my momma's playn peek-a-boo

You play with me, I put a sheet to use

And I ain't talkin' ?, I'm talkin' meat and booth

Drop a hot verse and a hot deuce and kick the shit off the street literally

Bitch, you can eat a shoe

My soul is sad like my old dad

I muddy water infused it with rude jews your cold ass

So drugs make me happy

I'm alcoholic who fell in the shallow end of the swimming pool

Holding a fatty

Broke every bone but that blunt was bone dry

Cause I held that bitch in the sky

I ain't sacrificing no high

If a high spitter with a couple of fuckin' scars

And the first thing that I said when I got in that fuckin' hard was

(Show me the way to the next whiskey bottle) Listen

(Ask why, ah, don't ask why!)

(Show me the way to the next whiskey bottle)

(Oh, don't ask why, ah, don't ask why!)

(Fuck if we don't find the next whiskey bar)

(I tell you, we must die, I tell you, we must die)

(I tell you, I tell you we must die) Yeah, uh

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