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Michael Wayne Atha, better known by his stage name Yelawolf, is an American rapper. He is currently signed to Shady Records, Ghet-O-Vision, Interscope Records, and has since founded his own independent record label, Slumerican Records. more »

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Man look at this shit
I know right, it's crazy
I wish the storm would just blow this motherfucker away
Why you say that?
Serious man I hate this fucking town
You know Bobby needs you at the job right?
F*ck him
You don't like Bobby? I thought you liked Bobby?
I'm gettin' the f*ck out of here man
Okay
Watch

Yeah, Tommy just got out of jail (got out of jail? Got out of jail)
Two months he couldn't make bail (couldn't make bail? Couldn't make bail)
Here we sit, whiskey bent, freestylin' over cricket chirps
He would spit, then I went, loaded gun, death we flirt
Leave it up to the Baptist church
Me and him are scum of the Earth
Feelin' like two millionaires with a hundred dollar net worth
Topic of discussion, is that they know nothin'
They didn't find the other twenty pounds hid in the oven
What happened to me and you
We used to go to Sunday School
And we worked Monday to Friday, and sometimes Sunday too
Five-hundred dollar check, and that's no disrespect
But I'm a talent goddammit, you watch, I'm tellin' you
We had it all mapped out, hip-hop 'til we crashed out
I drank 'til I couldn't walk straight, on the front porch where we passed out
Nothin' but trouble, dealin' with troubles of our sorrow
And the clouds follow, we was just like

Just like lightning in a bottle
Burnin' electric blue
Just like gunshots in the hollow
Echoin' all night through
This is how we shed our problems
Under the southern moon
Just like lightning in a bottle
Burnin' electric blue

Yeah, it's three o'clock in the morning
I got two packs of Parliament Lights and
A dimebag and bama brick
I just lay in the dark of the night on
The bed of my buddy's truck who
Got it from his Papa back when
He died in a fire rescue, and I never asked what happened
We would listen to Charlie Daniels
Too short and Bob Siegel
Sing along to Night Moves, sippin' on gas station margaritas
Gotta get a good buzz out here man
Nothin' else to do but get high
Put bullet holes in beer cans
And talk about how we gonna get by
Some say that dreaming's useless, full of pride and selfishness
Escapin' that mental prisons like, climbin' the electric fence
And that's a risk, but a risk I'll take to better with
'Cause through Hell I've been
So successful be just self-defense
I took another swallow
Can't share my dream with everybody
And besides to the factory, I clock in tomorrow
And to the room I wobble
But the vision I follow
A storm was brewin', we was just like

Just like lightning in a bottle
Burnin' electric blue
Just like gunshots in the hollow
Echoin' all night through
This is how we shed our problems
Under the southern moon
Just like lightning in a bottle
Burnin' electric blue
Just like lightning in a bottle
Burnin' electric blue
Just like gunshots in the hollow
Echoin' all night through
This is how we shed our problems
Under the southern moon
Just like lightning in a bottle
Burnin' electric blue

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