Johnny Cash

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    The windows cracked on the Chevrolet
    My cigarettes in the ash tray
    The engines off and the radio's down
    So nervous my whole body shakes
    The parking lot's full of people and
    They ready to see the preacher man
    Time to open up for the main act

    I guess that makes me a deacon
    I promise that I won't let me down
    And check myself in the mirror one time
    Say my prayer and then I shook the ground
    Light another smoke and step outside
    Walk inside and take a look around
    As I try to remember all of my lines
    Guess it's time for me to face the crowd
    And give the people my time

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    These people standing on front row
    Tryna see through me like a window
    I'm wearing my soul on my sleeve
    But they look at me through a pin hole
    All I see is this opportunity
    To see at least one of you and me
    But I can't seem to win em over so
    I swallow the humility

    15 Minutes to hold em down
    And I'm just wishing that it would fly by
    It's like my whole world hits the ground
    All I wanted to do is have a good time
    Hold me under but I will not drown
    All I really know how to do is survive
    Next time that I come to your town
    I be the fuckin' headline

    I'm not supposed to be this person I suppose
    I'm not supposed to be this rapper punking holes at stereotypes
    Or to write this juxtapose and flow to beats it chose
    I hope the microphone [?] goes this songs and quotables
    Call me nasty, say I stink, well hit the sink and hold your nose
    Cause I'm about as convincible as a bum
    In stolen clothes til they go at those
    I got dreams like fish got gills

    I can't survive in this snake water without a deal
    But I can built Noah's ark without a power drill
    Look at this crowd like it's a battlefield
    Tell em my travels, my triumphs, my failures
    My family loud and clear
    Let em off judge, I don't care how they feel
    Fuck it what do I care, I'm my personal shrink

    Throw my heart down on the ground
    Stomp it, use the blood for the ink
    I'm used to purple and pink bruises
    So thanks for the two
    That you just took a brick from the mansion
    Another stitch in the pants of a Johnny Cash

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