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On behalf of alabama I just wanna say The heart of dixie is in this bitch M16, DJ frank white, my name is yelawolf Hello world, hello world, hello world Yelawolf This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin' dime Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign sometimes? Like radioactive failed, well livin' this time I'm even not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5 Maybe when I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin' When my uncle buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine But I feel like I haven't made it, uncle but I'm just tryin' Or maybe I'm just not used to having shit I never had Never stood in the winters and never said "i got dinner, dad" Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back And [...] I love you, thank you, always my favorite dad And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play When I drove that minivan for the [...] without a license plate To atl so I could play will power my demo tape Yeah, that's writing on the wall by the county [...] He's a friend of mine [...] and that I can't replace If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we both get a play (church) This ain't no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church) Letras de cancionesSo father you can tell god to part the clouds And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd 'cuz I know some of these people think I'm a certified artist now But the butterfly's still above and I'm above what I started now Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think harder now And it's been a long motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now Yeah it's been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say Hey! how you been?! amen! The heart of Dixie's in this bitch, yeah I'm Dixie witch But if I don't have y all, I ain't got shit Gadsden... Throw it up, it's that Alabama sound Much love and I never let you down 'cause I might as well be dropped Back in gadsden and cuttin' grass Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass Before I become complacent on the [...] level that I'm at Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack Lost, yeah I may have, my mind But it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit Ay that's fine because I paid the cost Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now They pay for tickets in line to see me [...] The pain in the mic [...] Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk 300 soldiers I brought [...] Around suckers dying for chains [...] The new south's got a new hope with a [...] and a [...] [...] and [...], the truth's in him, yeah I'm a [...] assault Preachers yelling out prophets about wane I refrain [...] I'm a [...], just ride the beat homey, it's over Whatever rapper would ever say he's a sober I must be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines The heart of dixie From Letras Mania