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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 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) SongtexteSo 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 Aus Songtexte Mania