Yelawolf - Howdy lyrics

rate me

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

[Verse 1: 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