All on Three
Yelawolf & Baldacci
GENRE
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I'm a million miles from home baby
Still sittin' on the front porch dreaming
One foot on the stage, the other foot in the ditch sinking
Two sinner blocks stacked up to the flood like crib
[?]
No book for the poems, allow me to read my rights
It was never supposed to happen leave it to the hatred and disbelievers
Not the same one who would threw me in gutter with the words .. speechless
Michael Wayne is a fucked up kid
My ears used to burn up like I'm big
Now im deaf to the shit
Watch it up now bitch
Got a house on hills so I see 'em coming
Birds eye view like a snipers nest
They catching the drip cause the creek is running
Thats humble pie, I confess
I'll eat that too cause I can't complain about the who's and what's
I just do my thang and if devil come strike me down
I come back as a flood and the pouring rain
No prophecy no crystal ball
Just who will fall from this mockery
Backstabbers, watch and see calm as a branch on a rotten tree
So I water the roots and I tend the leaves
Make sure that tree don't fall on me
Walk to the edge and get ready to jump
In the into the holy river all on three
All on three like a sixty four
Like an archangel equipped for war
Let the verse down like a twisted toy
Just saw the blood drip slow hit the court
I lost it once, that was it for sure
And told the psych ward "go get the boy"
Heart broken with a list of voids
I left open wounds and a fifth of noise
Quiet thy soul son
For the herd I chosen
Clean house in the place of rest, excuses you owe no one
Mama said it's just growth, one day at a time
So at twenty-four I count my blessings, this day is mine
Climbed the ladder up the pan yard
And took the burning hay stacks, the relapse of course
I hit bottles like I hit the bottom floor
Of the burning building I did destroy
And from the ashes came the phoenix wings up rising up
And that little boy, maintain
Going indie, no problem still employed
And to my family of slums, who know being broke has no color
And to my foes gettin money, being rich don't mean brothers
Life is a tunnel I guess, but the tunnel life don't mean success
If life is a bitch take off her dress
And fuck the world, till she loses breath
Bitch
[Verse 2: Baldacci]
I woke up one morning with my thoughts to myself like
What I want in this life, get myself right
Baldacci and the Catfish Billy
I'm a million miles from home baby
Still sittin' on the front porch dreaming
One foot on the stage, the other foot in the ditch sinking
Two sinner blocks stacked up to the flood like crib
[?]
No book for the poems, allow me to read my rights
It was never supposed to happen leave it to the hatred and disbelievers
Not the same one who would threw me in gutter with the words .. speechless
Michael Wayne is a fucked up kid
My ears used to burn up like I'm big
Now im deaf to the shit
Watch it up now bitch
Got a house on hills so I see 'em coming
Birds eye view like a snipers nest
They catching the drip cause the creek is running
Thats humble pie, I confess
I'll eat that too cause I can't complain about the who's and what's
I just do my thang and if devil come strike me down
I come back as a flood and the pouring rain
No prophecy no crystal ball
Just who will fall from this mockery
Backstabbers, watch and see calm as a branch on a rotten tree
So I water the roots and I tend the leaves
Make sure that tree don't fall on me
Walk to the edge and get ready to jump
In the into the holy river all on three
All on three like a sixty four
Like an archangel equipped for war
Let the verse down like a twisted toy
Just saw the blood drip slow hit the court
I lost it once, that was it for sure
And told the psych ward "go get the boy"
Heart broken with a list of voids
I left open wounds and a fifth of noise
Quiet thy soul son
For the herd I chosen
Clean house in the place of rest, excuses you owe no one
Mama said it's just growth, one day at a time
So at twenty-four I count my blessings, this day is mine
Climbed the ladder up the pan yard
And took the burning hay stacks, the relapse of course
I hit bottles like I hit the bottom floor
Of the burning building I did destroy
And from the ashes came the phoenix wings up rising up
And that little boy, maintain
Going indie, no problem still employed
And to my family of slums, who know being broke has no color
And to my foes gettin money, being rich don't mean brothers
Life is a tunnel I guess, but the tunnel life don't mean success
If life is a bitch take off her dress
And fuck the world, till she loses breath
Bitch
[Verse 2: Baldacci]
I woke up one morning with my thoughts to myself like
What I want in this life, get myself right
Baldacci and the Catfish Billy
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