[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Run up on the trash straight to the ocean
All black van is slowly rolling
Head light's off don't be the chosen
Thinks it's a game then drop the token
Up this creek without a paddle
That's just life I'm in the saddle
No west no bitch we don't taddle
Shake's down always shake the raddle


[Verse 2:]
All these cops they want the qouta
Too much hype on coca cola
Lucy smoke oh yeah you know her
She's that bitch who rest in nova
Took that bite to bit the apple
You know me I'm hard to tackle
Break me down homie you wish
You couldn't catch that fish with
Golden tackle


[Verse 3:]
Give me give me till it's empty
Too much money is in plenty
It's not enough it's not in me
Come come on just choose the chimney
They are whom to bust the nothing
Drop the bomb push the button
Be the king, be the sultan
Some of this shit is so insulting
Break the broken make the chosen
Choose the loose then roll the tie get down insulting
Gas the gap and light the match and leave you smoking
Choking on the fuse the latest loose life's a wicked
Life's a mystery and please don't be the witness
Till' the sickness they'll just end it with it
Something death and warm from the step of country fresh

Country fresh
Country fresh
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