Living the life of a student I begin on a high Losing my mind and they say that I've been with them for time Never been to a gun fight, never needed a knife But then I meet the cop when I delivered the knifesSit on the side, with a rhymepack With a tin to my sight Sipping a lime corona only with my best friends Cause I paid ‘em my pride Giving it time to write rhymes But I find truth at a quarter to fiveEh, It's kinda like I took a train To the left side of my brain, oh, main Toddle some wood, under my door You know I'm Stepping in my own plain All of these speakers sitting behind me But what psychology, psychologically insane Part of me wanna get down, down, down Making you go low, insideYou don't know, you don't know by now You better tell him 'bout it What you gonna tell him bout it? Yeah, yeahTen coats to the dirt And sewed to the paper God has a paper for your thirst Drink a pipe baba To the bullshit praise Allah To the reals I'm a writer Steering your product Only to have closed to my other readers I'm a fetus in my boom sake nana Daddy's home, on the mic, hey papaBack with my band, yo street hoot tele novndo But every single one of my fans know that Every damn show, I'm taking my kids overs seas On a journey like I'm flying with Van Gogh livin' so sweet without Gretel and Hansel Criticize the lyrics cause they think I've been tango Find me when we're all close working at cango I'm rocking on with Yelawolf and new Danny FamboHello me how ya been? They got a mother the king I knew when you was 10 You brought me sipping sweets, you still huh? And your piggy bank is full of change Where'd you use to steal from You been playing fools Like a still drum Pulling put early, and they still come Eating from the gain, when you know the meal's done Yelawolf is kicking back at these pilgrims Hold it baby, sit still son this old rhyme, it heals bin row still shocking when I see ‘em go Bananas and they hammer theYou don't know, you don't know by now You better tell him 'bout it What you gonna tell him bout it? Yeah, yeahI'm not the every half of wit after this ever gets out of this in 60 seconds i'm gonna need the wretchening Chasing the chef with a shot of … and water probably the better idea you're moving the wretchening threatens the part of me to be the loosen of cannons blowing his fucking minds like the winds I caught his cardigan Hooligans, hooligans, hooligans But pretty who's your friend Open the fire and get back in the pool again You my friend, watch your manners I'm tossing rappers up on my cruelty Minus 4, minus whore Shady Records I'm already better, fuck it, cow goneDog don't gotta leave Dog's already home Dogs I'm a beast, I'm a wolf Bring your dogs back A melody man in a melancholic mellow yellow can Shht, tell him how we gonna sell ‘em manBeen working hard all week So won't you bring that back to me I got blisters on my feet so won't you bring that back to meIf you don't know, if you don't know, no, no, no If you don't know, if you don't know, no, no, no If you don't know, if you don't know, no, no, no If you don't know, if you don't know, no, no, no