Yelawolf
Yelawolf - Growing Up In The Gutter lyrics
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Once upon a time in an apartment home Lived a little girl with a heart of stone Cause part of her heart was partly gone Rarely seen and hardly known Treated like a mat on a boxing ring Blood drops stains on the twin box springs Daddy came to visit, it's not a dream She thought to herself, what is happening? Above her head there's a crucifix But Lucifer loosens up his wrist Lays her down with an open fist And all that was left was hopelessness Little girl, where's your loving mother, under the covers, under the covers Little girl what have you discovered? She stuttered Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairy tales and songs No place like hell, no place like home Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame Dead we are, safe and sound, straight guns, no aim game Growin' up in the gutter And you ain't gotta be from the projects to deal with this non-sense Cause even in suburbia, somebody will murder ya over nothing Leave your body slumping in the parking lot of your complex Violence is a hard pit to swallow and digest The town is full of drug dealers Most of them are shot in the process Hussle And robbing motherfuckers like they're having a contest Shit, he took a bitch to his apartment to brag A week later he tied her up on Cause he showed her all the pills he got for She told her cousin, and her cousin grabbed a gat and a mag Kicked in his door, laid him down, Ran off with all that he had Used to be ballin, now he got a colostomy bag What you know about that? Middle-class white bitch slangin her body for crack For drug cartels, you hear the buck shot shells, and then the blood Clot fails, Biggest meth bust on the east coast, right here in the My lyrics approved, growin' up in the gutter You think you can define how hard you got it By what neighborhood you live in mother fucker? Wake up in the gutter, no more, fairy tales and songs No place like hell, no place like home Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame Dead we are, safe and sound, straight guns, no aim game Growin' up in the gutter Slumerican in I am Drug through the mud like a I am Was a child who was beaten, I am Leather belts that made me, I am Home or gone again at 8, I am Somebody's life to wait, I am Given to the beast by fate, I am The one who did escape, I am A voice for the cold in the dark, I am The one who sold his I am From a family torn apart, I am A target for your daughter, I am Sick again from the whips, I am Head to the gun and click, I am That don't run from shit, I am Exposed to the goats of sea, I am Met a ghost and he said, I am In the basement in red, I am Dead cause the ouija board said I... A... M Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairy tales and songs No place like hell, no place like home Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame Dead we are, safe and sound, straight guns, no aim game Growin' up in the gutter