Yelawolf - You Dont Know (For Fuck Sake) ft Ed Sheeran lyrics

rate me

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 truth 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 bullshit 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 damn 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 drum

Pulling put early, and they still come

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 fucking 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 cruelty

Minus 4, minus whore

Shady Records I’m already better, fuck 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

A 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