Punk

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[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
I just wanna be behind a steering 
            Gm
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

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[Chorus: Juicy J]
Cm                                
Yeah, since they're sleepin' on 
    Eb
me, let me wake 'em up
Gm
Got the world in my palm, watch me 
shake it up
Cm                                
Everything I'm talkin' real, I 
     Eb
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

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Cm                                
Yeah, since they're sleepin' on 
    Eb
me, let me wake 'em up
Gm
Got the world in my palm, watch me 
shake it up
Cm                                
Everything I'm talkin' real, I 
     Eb
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 
                 A
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                       
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feelin' 
          Cm
right at home