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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Vocals
Mike Hartnett
Mike Hartnett
Guitar
Peter Keys
Peter Keys
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Jonsin
Jim Jonsin
Producer
Niko Marzouca
Niko Marzouca
Mixing Engineer
Robert Marks
Robert Marks
Mixing Engineer
Slumerican
Slumerican
Executive Producer

Στίχοι

Long as I got my pistol, I'ma take 'em with me when I go Bullet for every woe, trigger for every throat Put me in the ground but I'll be back around Walkin' on dry leaves and won't make a sound Ayo, Billy got bars, don't gotta look to find 'em Build up my bars like a zoo animal and live behind 'em Vibration couldn't stop a UFO mid-flight When I'm lurkin' pitch black in the woods at midnight, midnight Light as a feather, stiff as a board I'm feelin' better, better than before I'm layin' level, I'm layin' level, ten feet off the floor When I'm light as a feather, stiff as a board I just bought a sack of marijuana and hit the sauna I'ma boujee now, I ain't Ubеrin' in no fuckin' Honda Wouldn't take the Subaru to chase a kangaroo If I needеd a jump from a mini-van for my soccer momma I ain't takin' orders from prima donnas Unless she's orderin' McDonald's I can afford the dollar, get what you wanna She poured me whiskey and said "Man, I'm honored" I threw the glass, bitch, I need ice cubes like anaconda Left the gas station with a tall tea and hot nachos A glass pipe, a gold rope, and a Choco Taco Trailer park Hollywood bitch, low-fashion hot model 5150 gets drippin' like shook popped bottles Philosophical Slumerican Aristotle Prophecies from a water reflection out a pothole Half a billion sold, I'm booked and might not show Creek Water Cinnamon's hot, I had to stop, drop, roll Light as a feather, stiff as a board I'm feelin' better, better than before I'm layin' level, I'm layin' level, ten feet off the floor When I'm light as a feather, stiff as a board Still ride slow like Paul and Kanye I had to hire a mover just to pick up the pace Drinkin' so much Creek Water I locked my keys in a safe I had to go buy the scooter just to make it to stage Got the people all actin' stupid and loopy, what can I say? What I thought was a can of worms was a barrel of snakes Then bust that shit open then, let's get it for God's sakes Hear mama come yellin' "Beat 'em to death with a yard rake!" Now picture me fishin' under a tarp on a dark day Grease poppin' and sizzlin', a filet, table, and a sharp blade Now picture these haters swimmin' around music I create It's not a matter of if, it's which one will take the bait So bite, fuck a bite, it's yours You chasin' the beef? You want some ground Chuck Norris? You partial to martial arts? Well chop it up for us While I hippity-hop on this mainstream hit chorus like Light as a feather, stiff as a board I'm feelin' better, better than before I'm layin' level, ten feet off the floor When I'm light as a feather, stiff as a board Light as a feather, stiff as a board I'm feelin' better, better than before
Writer(s): Michael Atha, Michael Hartnett, Peter Pisarczyk, James Scheffer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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