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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Struggle Jennings
Struggle Jennings
Vocals
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Harness
William Harness
Songwriter
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
Vaughn Freitag
Vaughn Freitag
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ScatteredBrains
ScatteredBrains
Producer

Lyrics

Let me tell ya bout my past life I was broke running on E with the gas light Life a wreck but I was dancing at the crash site Came from Nothin Had to hustle get the fam right Did my time like a man yea you damn right Life darker than my heart in the black night Lit a wildfire baby this the campsite Raise ya guns or Put ya hands high Ain't no time for you to stand by Welcome to my crash site Nothing left but the survivors And them Til the death fighters Love and loyalty's required Where the killas gon kill em The angels gon feel em My dogs off the chain sick sick get em Welcome to the crash site I've been rolling all alone just picturing On a steel horse in the sunshine just blistering Still cold as the winter wind A lot of people back at home still wondering When and where I don't really know where All I really know is I don't owe a mother fucking cent to them Not a penny not a sentiment Here we go If my motor don't run Ima get out and run If I run up out of gas all I do is just laugh I crash Til I crash I'm a ride If my life is all mine all I got is this time I'm a hold that mother fucker I'm a push that line I crash Til I crash Til I crash Mama had that witchcraft way back in the sticks So I became a naturalist with the Chevy wheel Holistic 'cause them boys couldn't polish wood Holy water in the Dixie Cup On that for real Dropped a verse and ran up out the booth I caught the ghost Target on us catching shit and I just made the kill Snipers nest up on the porch I'm looking at these cowards Shower love and empty shells The drums never empty Til the punks never I'm a Slumerican Made man Arrogant When I need to be I don't expect to get a severance Apology when I am wallowing Want to get a photo Maybe no maybe I'm there again The fame don't cherish it Only carrying the work I put into it but I do it like a champion And that's good enough for me If that ain't good enough for you I suggest you let it be I give anything for love except for give you everything So I keep it dolo In the mainstream I've been rolling all alone just picturing On a steer horse in the sunshine just blistering Still cold as the winter wind A lot of people back at home still wondering When and where I don't really know where all I know is I don't know what mother fuckers said to them Not a penny not a sentiment Here we go If my motor don't run Ima get out and run If I run up out of gas all I do is just laugh I crash Til I crash I'm a ride If my life is all mine all I got is this time I'm a hold that mother fucker I'm a push that line I crash Til I crash Til I crash Let me tell ya bout my right now I done took too many hits to end the fight now 80 yard line with no time outs I can see the end zone I can hear the crowd loud Welcome to the crash site Made it thru another last night So proud of where we came from Show ya what we made of Only god can save us We are the crusaders What are you afraid of I've been rolling all alone just picturing On a steer horse in the sunshine just blistering Still cold as the winter wind A lot of people back at home still wondering When and where I don't really know where all I know is I don't know what mother fuckers said to them Not a penny not a sentiment Here we go If my motor don't run Ima get out and run If I run up out of gas all I do is just laugh I crash Til I crash I'm a ride If my life is all mine all I got is this time I'm a hold that mother fucker I'm a push that line I crash Til I crash Til I crash
Writer(s): Michael Wayne Atha, William Curtis Jr Harness, Vaughn Loring Freitag Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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