Yelawolf — Light as a Feather
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Long as I got my pistol, I’ma take ’em with me when I go
Bullet for every woe, trigger for every throat
Put me in the ground but I’ll be back around
Walking on dry leaves and won’t make a sound
Ayo, Billy got bars, don’t gotta look to find ’em
Build up my bars like a zoo animal and live behind them
Vibration couldn’t stop a UFO mid-flight
When I’m lurking pitch black in the woods at midnight, midnight
Light as a feather, stiff as a board
I’m feeling better, better than before
I’m laying level, I’m laying level, ten feet off the floor
When I’m light as a feather, stiff as a board
I just bought a sack of marijuana and hit the sauna
I’ma boujee now, I ain’t Ubering in no fuckin’ Honda
Wouldn’t take the Subaru to chase a kangaroo
If I needed a jump from a mini-van for my soccer momma
I ain’t takin’ orders from prima donnas unless she’s ordering McDonald’s
I can afford the dollar, get what you wanna
She poured me whiskey and said «Man, I’m honored»
I threw the glass, put down these ice cubes like anaconda
Left the gas station with a tall tea and hot nachos
A glass pipe, a gold rope, and a Choco Taco
Trailer park Hollywood bitch, low-fashion hot model
5150 gets drippin’ like shook popped bottles
Philosophical Slumerican Aristotle
Prophecies from a water reflection out a pothole
Half a billion sold, I’m booked and might not show
Creek Water Cinnamon’s hot, I had to stop, drop, roll
Light as a feather, stiff as a board
I’m feeling better, better than before
I’m laying level, I’m laying level, ten feet off the floor
When I’m light as a feather, stiff as a board
Still ride slow like Paul and Kanye
They had to hire a mover just to pick up the pace
Drinking so much Creek Water I locked my keys in a safe
I had to go buy the scooter just to make it to stage
Got the people all acting stupid and loopy, what can I say?
What I thought was a can of worms was a barrel of snakes
Then bust that shit open then, let’s get it for God’s sakes
Hear mama come yellin’ «Beat ’em to death with a yard rake!»
Now picture me fishin’ under a tarp on a dark day
Grease poppin’ and sizzlin’, a filet, table, and a sharp blade
Now picture these haters swimming around music I create
It’s not a matter of if, it’s which one will take the bait
So bite, fuck a bite, it’s yours
You chasing the beef? You want some ground Chuck Norris?
You partial to martial arts? Well chop it up for us
All the hippity-hop on this mainstream hit chorus like
Light as a feather, stiff as a board
I’m feeling better, better than before
I’m laying level, I’m laying level, ten feet off the floor
When I’m light as a feather, stiff as a board
Light as a feather, stiff as a board
I’m feeling better, better than before
