Yelawolf Come On Over song lyrics

Six pack, my life's in a bottle

rolling motto

I stayed in the woods, and I played wit a six shot

Still fucked up from all the pills that I swallowed

School was a bore, I had

no

suspended

whole work

was taking weed from a kitchen

Pounds of hick stem, a fifth grade scum bag

Threw bags in for Christmas, I'm high on attention

I had holes in my vision

Before it was cool, I had unwanted attention

Young girls heartbroke, I'm nothin' but trouble

But life is a ditch, bitch, I'm just good wit a shovel

Yeah, you're probably right

I'm probably DUI when I'm driving tonight

I put my feet on the edge and kick my soul to the captain

And just like Travis, I'm surviving the flight

Yelling, "Go Alabama!",

holding my banjo

And turn up to Marshall and tune up to Dobro

My truck ain't stuck, I got a wrench in the toedo

Had friends but they threw me out, when I'm down and low

Yo what's up to the D-Boyz and the meth lab pimps

All you Kid Rock fans and all you hippies in hemp

If you've got the Greatest of Johnny right next to Straight Outta Compton

You brought a shovel like mine, you probably been to the ditch

It's all about compromise

I see problems down the line

I know that I'm right

I know that I'm right