I'm a million lightyears away from the dark a thousand miles and running Country boy can survive I'm alive, a loaded gunnin' Backseat full of crooks Pen and paper, this one's for the books Pack it, wrap it, seal it, send it To the corner in a Travis Caddy Everybody in this motherfucker jumpin', footprints on the wall Gimme the losers, the ones who don't fit in And with this shit we're gonna have a ball Swing around the mosh pit Dosie Doe Catfish Billy and a Dobro I'm Psycho Whiteoh no I'm a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile Comin' out for the kill I don't gamble, I don't deal with these whose whose in this mass appeal I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a semi-truck Then get drunk and run amuck With every single one of my misfits Bitch, that's how we're showin' up With them lowriders on the west side Lift kits from the south Jump in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house I'm on my new shit, still ready and ruthless A public nuisance But I feel right at home Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck Still bumpin' Three 6 all day, Hank Williams all day So promenade when the lights in the ballroom swing And shake and then fall and break with that bottom bass Make you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo your face Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it takes Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock With a cop I'm a nervous wreck I never could keep a job 'cause I rob and I take And I leave you with nothing left, but mama tried Mama tried to harvest early and the pot died If she ever said I was a good boy Trust me, mama lied Leave these haters with a cane to walk Take these lames with a grain of salt All I wanna do is take aim, assault Tell my story, paint the wall From Alabama to Atlanta from Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic view To center who my friends, the men around me was the culture is that slum, uh And I'm not alone I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm feelin' right at home Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck And the whole world is yours This I know, because Nas told me so Damn right, so give me that bag of money real quick let's go I've got it cranked, it's parked out front I'm a wanted man and I'm on the run And I'm goin' back to Cali to the allies where they packin' rallies With the skateboarders, punks and rowdies And show 'em this country savvy I, am Yelawolf, and I'm feelin' right at home