Son Of A Gun (Clean) - Yelawolf Written by：Michael Atha/William Harness/Caleb Owens/Peter Michaelson Pisarczyk I look in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all started Small town Alabama from city life we departed Not a single light in the street morning was scary and dark To a little boy catching the bus to school 5:30 sharp I used to make up songs to keep my mind from wondering What was in the woods waiting for me my stomach still rumbling From the cereal diet Even though mama was trying to do the best that she could Alcohol made her violent Her boyfriend was a prick probably 26 Barely looked my direction and really didn't do sh*t My animosity grew along with my anger And impatience disaster in school My teachers knew I was trouble waiting And I did too admittedly but I liked it Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events Football and family oriented stuff But I never thought I had it rough I embraced it honestly 'cause I knew how different I was It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and loved I never knew my daddy but they said that I was the same and what a shame get your umbrella Wayne Here comes the heavy rain 'Cause I'm the lighting to your storm The bloodstain after a dogfight The tornado to your alarm Your hangover after a long night I'm the snake outta your barn That one mistake you ever did right The gunpowder to your drum
I'm your son The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
If life is but a dream I'm up the creek in a paddle boat Streams full of snakes demons not even a ladder goes Up high and over the Mississippi to see the ocean So here I go floatin' yeah But I made it a habit though 19 and tattooed hell raisin' The neighborhood was the place and I made it home with the favorites Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash slinging nickels Making nothing and breaking even just do it for tickles Nashville's under icicles the Methadone's penetratin' Ecstasy-hungry baited as an experimentation No more chocolate-chip cookies and porcelain jars Morbid and dark are my role models and old-school cars Sickening and I'm lovin' it I'm basking in half of it Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways a dagger to pastors I never knew my daddy but they said that I was the same and what a shame Here come the coc*ine in the heavy rain
'Cause I'm the lighting to your storm
The bloodstain after a dogfight The tornado to your alarm Your hangover after a long night
I'm the snake outta your barn That one mistake you ever did right The gunpowder to your drum
I'm your son The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
And you can tell that I still don't give a f**k Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down Slumerican-made man Criminals all around Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good luck Livin' a story usin' my war as my shield The truth examined and recreated The following's real Plenty of fatherless children fill up the pit in the buildin' Usin' the mind for the feelin' it's just like poppin' a pill And I'm takin' it in Lost and makin' a win Thanks for the poems that you inspired I'm rakin' it in Never heard you say give me five so make it a ten Keep the change cuz I'm ballin' look at the bastard of him When I went to jail for the first time I thought about you Son of a b**ch I admit it I guess the rumors are true 'Cause when I look in the mirror I see from what I 'came
Trial by fire pain heavy rain 'Cause I'm the lighting to your storm The bloodstain after a dogfight The tornado to your alarm Your hangover after a long night I'm the snake outta your barn That one mistake you ever did right The gunpowder to your drum
I'm your son The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
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Trial by fire pain heavy rain 'Cause I'm the lighting to your storm The bloodstain after a dogfight The tornado to your alarm Your hangover after a long night I'm the snake outta your barn That one mistake you ever did right The gunpowder to your dru
