Get Away

作词 : Michael Atha/D. Barnes/J. Horton/Mari Horton/S. Otis

作曲 : Michael Atha/D. Barnes/J. Horton/Mari Horton/S. Otis

Yeah, hell of a day

To load a .22 and take it to the woods and let it ring

Into the night and break a bottle with the bullet

Yes I'm 'bout it mother****er, not a single solitary thing

Is missin' from my southern roots I'm liable just to take a Chevrolet

And run it through the mud for giggles

Huh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper

Who could tell story like my uncle when he's drinkin'

Product of a workin' environment, shit is y'all thinkin'?

Meanin' I'm workin'-workin' harder than any artist

Can ever do it simply cause I'm made that way

I build a house around your ass before you could realize

That you were in the neighborhood that Yelawolf made

So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it

Tell 'em I'm an Alabama wanna-be, I be that

I'll just take it to the studio

And drop a bomb on you from a mother****er' beanbag

I need that..

Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s

Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet

Talk til there’s nothing left to say

Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways

Then you gon’ have to get away from me

Drink some, smoke some

You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns

Then you’ll have to get away from me

Drink some, smoke some

Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways

Then you gone have to get away from me

Man, I done been through it all

I done been up and know what it is to fall

Punk police feeling all on my balls

Without a probable cause, cause a shit sittin’ tall

"Dawg, you gotta do something Fatt

On the road with Wolf, why did you come back?"

Cause them up there, don’t wanna play fair

Got me pinned to the wall, like a ****ing thumb tack. 'Dumb fat!'

Dumb hell, criticize a mother****er for the crack I sell

Like you could give a shit if a mother****er eat well or eat at all, wanna see me fall

Let ‘em see that? Naw dawg, them lies

Only cause I got Catfish on my side

Mother****er I'm headed up, up to the sky

Roll up, let's get high

Wavin' them bye, I need that

Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s

Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet

Talk til there’s nothing left to say

Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways

Then you gon’ have to get away from me

Drink some, smoke some

You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns

Then you’ll have to get away from me

Drink some, smoke some

Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways

Then you gone have to get away from me

20 plus 20 still spittin' 'em out

Still piss on your porch and still shit in your house

Then put my shit in your mouth, take it back out, put it back in

Shit on the floor, skeet on the couch

Which one of you ugly mother****ers think you thug enough or rugg enough

Or gutter enough, fast enough to keep up (huh)

The most retarded mother****er in the whole wide world

Ain’t stupid or dumb enough to **** with it

If you in say you in, and if you is handle your mother****er’ business

Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up. What we gonna do? Win!

Not a nan’ ‘nother mother****er outta there can compare

To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales

In these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairs

I need that!

Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s

Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet

Talk til there’s nothing left to say

Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways

Then you gon’ have to get away from me

Drink some, smoke some

You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns

Then you’ll have to get away from me

Drink some, smoke some

Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways

Then you gone have to get away from me