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All on Three
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Yelawolf
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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 f**ked up kid My ears used to burn up like I'm big Now im deaf to the sh*t Watch it up now b*t*h 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 b*t*h take off her dress And f**k the world, till she loses breath b*t*h 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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