Yelawolf - Wrap Song lyrics

Got a pocket full of pills, calm my mutherf**in' nerves Heart of Dixie in this b**h Yeah I would say that I was rocking with the best But I'm not much into stating the obvious My ego is just not as big as a Kanye West Wouldn't know what to do with a f**ing Louis Vuitton vest Guess I would throw that b**h in the ditch with the rest Of my name brand clothes, except for the Famous Slumerican dominate, who else got me a check? You look like you never seen a mullet this fresh hmm? Still got the Dickies with a cuff and the crease Bus on a beach, make you wanna go call for police Yes, the trailer park made a mark on me I play the cards homie, full deck spread hater Stars only shine at night so I'm kinda like a spark only grown Day and night I only need the flick of a Bic Like a Marlboro to the tip, I'm a cherry glowing Inhale the fumes exhale very slowly Ay yo go bring the car for me, get em crunk Line em up like a bunch of white b**hes Over white residue mixed with baking soda 80's chickens Sniffing off of maybelline pocket book mirrors Your mamas 9 o'clock her roll is mine, golden era Ouija board, ghost in the woods, oh the terror Spine chilling cold south soul sh** Make bible belt babies like me put my church chair up Pyramids in the mist with the golden scarab Mutherf**er what you scared of? Angelic I am the feather of a rare dove I don't shape shift, I shift shapes of syllables on my paper A message to be aware of, so hit your knees choir boy and stare up When that night hits it ain't the diamonds swinging off a chain It's the reflection of a kings glare off the pain Ain't a white boy had this much soul Since the spirit of Swayze entered Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost And that was just a movie that was wrote So uh... if you do be in that boat I would hope that you would look into my story, not just in my flow Cause I'm the f**ing bum who asked for change when you said no With a pocket full of quarters and you had nowhere to go Facing that sh** is hard as f** to do huh? No, that ain't Michael Wayne Atha ooh nah Fans world wide in the stands hoorah Hit you with the truth, hit you with a 2x4 Or hit you with two bye's, bye-bye, f** you, kamasutra Thank you very much for picking up the Heart of Dixie And supporting this return of acid tripping hippies Hope you have the rest of my collection If you don't then get me now