Yelawolf

Yelawolf

Punk
Composição de (Michael Atha/Travis Barker/Jordan Houston/Caleb Owens)
Intro: G F (4x)

verse 1: Yelawolf 
D              Gm 
I'm a million lightyears away from the dark 
A thousand miles and running 
Gm 
Country boy can survive 
I'm alive, a loaded gunnin' 
Gm 
Backseat full of crooks 
Cm 
Pen and paper, this one's for the books 
          Gm 
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, send it 
To the corner in a Travis Caddy 
Gm 
Everybody in this motherfucker jumpin', footprints on the wall 
Gimme the losers, the ones who don't fit in 
Gm 
And with this shit we're gonna have a ball 
Eb 
Swing around the mosh pit Dosie Doe 
Cm 
Catfish Billy and a Dobro 
Gm 
I'm Psycho White—oh no 
I'm a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile 
Eb 
Comin' out for the kill 
I don't gamble 
I don't deal with these whose whose in this mass appeal 
                                              Gm 
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 
Eb 
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 
          Gm 
I'm on my new shit, still ready and ruthless 
A public nuisance 
                    Gm 
But I feel right at home 


[Refrão]
Cm Eb Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up Gm Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up Cm Eb Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up Gm I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck Cm Eb But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up Gm Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up Gm They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up D But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck D I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck verse 2: Yelawolf C Still bumpin' Three 6 all day, Hank Williams all day Gm So promenade when the lights in the ballroom swing And shake and then fall and break with that bottom bass Gm Make you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo your face Gm Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it takes Eb Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock Cm With a cop I'm a nervous wreck Gm I never could keep a job 'cause I rob and I take And I leave you with nothing left Eb But mama tried Eb Mama tried to harvest early and the pot died If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied Gm Leave these haters with a cane to walk Take these lames with a grain of salt Gm All I wanna do is take aim, assault, tell my story Eb 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 Gm The culture is that slum, and I'm not alone I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm feelin' right at home
[Refrão]
Cm Eb Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up Gm Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up Cm Eb Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up Gm I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck Cm Eb But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up Gm Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up Gm They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up D But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck D A I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck verse 3: Yelawolf Eb 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 Gm Let's go, I've got it cranked, it's parked out front Gm I'm a wanted man and I'm on the run Eb 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 Gm Eb Cm I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feelin' right at home

Enviado por: Líneker Souza

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