[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Yeah
Just bought a black Bentley truck
But I got no black tuxedo
Ain't even put a post up
Given no fu*ks no ego
Huh, Know that's lie homie
We all gotta little bit of high rise homie
A PBR yeah but I got bub on shelf
I'm in love with myself
Won't die lonely
You asking why not me why homie
Get tough don't cry on me
b*tch
I suffered to get rich
I became a president
But they can't put a tie on me
Gave my mamma new whip
A CVO clean as a new Q tip
A Harley Davidson trike the hard way to spend right I gave part of life just to do this
And gave part of my heart when Shawty Fatt died
Know my brother was an on the block crack guy
Blood on my face from the shot trap side
I didn't realize I was baptized
At the time
But the time was a rhyme I confined and compartmentalized
I built like a builder milled and I drilled up
Dirt to a tiller marginalized
And part of it's pride
The other part of it is my eyes
What I've seen what I've done what I've lost what I've won
I was made to become that guy
So when the stage lights hit boy in the leather jacket that's me at the steeple
Rock and roll
Here is the church
Rock and roll
Here's is the people
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
And we are, Evil
Always wantin' something new
To be famous, [?]
[?]
We are (We are), Evil (Evil)
Always wantin' something new (Always wanting something)
To be famous (Famous), [?]
[?]
[Verse 2: Dax]
They been watching and looking right through a peephole
Claim fame is nice so ima need some insurance on it so you can get half of what it equals
The other half in case I turn evil is reparations
For the mislead people
I never meant to do that but in between the alcohol and shows and couple of bad hoes
I may of feel a bit off track
See I was never meant fall in line
Every track was a stand
I don't walk left right less we talking bout a marching band
The head space that I'm in got these people looking at me like a Martian man they bu*ter me up, margarine they said my soul was the cost to trend and my consciousness, and result I ain't neva fu*king picking up the call again
I don't give a fu*k what say I ain't neva gon change I came and I did it my way
I got crowd packed screaming words back saying Dax every time I hit the ghat damn stage
Pussy you ain't gonna touch what I made
Don't you ever try to say that you know or you feel my pain
We are not the same
I'm off the chain
I'm in the storm
But meant to reign
And I ain't fu*king wit bad vibez
Dax is an American past time
Blowing up at defeat like a landmine
So don't ever ask why how I'm the bad guy that's what they make you when you're something they can't find
As I look into my eyes and pass by the mirror lies I see someone broken inside that hides as the fame deprives but helps build the life that they all define as one of a kind
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
We are, Evil
Always wantin' something new
To be famous, [?]
[?]
We are (We are), Evil (Evil)
Always wantin' something new (Always wanting something)
To be famous (Famous), [?]
[?]
[Outro: Yelawolf]
(We are), (Evil)
(Always wanting something)
(We are), (Evil)
(Always wanting something)