(Yelawolf)For fuck’s sake(Ed Sheeran)Living the life of a studentYeah, I begin on a highLosing my mindAnd they say that I’ve been winning for timeNever been to a gun fight, never needed a knifeBut then I make the cut whenever delivering the linesSit on the side, with a rhyme padWith a tin in my sightsSipping a lemon and lime Corona only with my best friendsCause I paid in my prideGiving the time to write rhymesBut I find truth at a quarter to fiveEh(Yelawolf)It’s kinda like I took a trainTo the left side of my brain, oh, mainToddle some mud, under my doorYou know I’m stepping in my own laneAll of these speakers sitting behind meBut what psychology, psychologically insanePart of me wanna get down, down, downMaking you go low, inside(Ed Sheeran)You don’t know, if you don’t know by nowYou better tell him ’bout itWhat you gonna tell him bout it?Yeah, yeaaaah(Yelawolf)Ten toes to the dirtPencil to the paperGod has a favour for your thirstDrink-drink ya pint bye-byeTo this bullshit praise allahTo the wheels I’m a ridahSteering your pradaOnly closed in my ada-di-dasI’m a fetus in my boom sake nanaDaddy’s home, on the mic, hey papa(Ed Sheeran)Back with my bang yo, straight loop on my ?But every single one of my fans know thatEvery damn show, I’m taking their ears on a journeyLike I’m flying overseas with Van GoghLivin’ so sweet without Gretel and HanselCritics hate the lyrics cause they think I’ve been tangoedFind me wearing old clothes rocking a KangolI’m riding round with Yelawolf in your daddy’s Lambo(Yelawolf)Hello me, how ya been?You got a mullet again like when you was 10You’re probably sipping sweet tee’s, you still huh?And your piggy bank is full of changeFact, what you used to steal fromYou been playing fools, like a steel drumPulling out early, and they still comeEating from the game, when you know the meal’s doneYelawolf is kicking back at these pilgrimsHold up baby, sit still sonWoah, this old rock, it heals been rolledStill shocking when I see ’em goBananas and they hammer the ?(Hook)You don’t know, if you don’t know by nowYou better tell him ’bout itWhat you gonna tell him ’bout it?Yeah, yeaaaah(Yelawolf)I’m not the average half witAfter this hour gets out of this60 seconds I’m going in any directionsAnd chasing this jack with a shot of Budweiser and waterIt’s probably the better idea you move the direction inFact its a part of me to be the looser of cannonsBlowing his fucking mics like the winds ?Hooligans, hooligans, hooligansBut really who’s a friend?Jump in this little fire jump right back in the pool againKnow I be new againA student of you my friendMarshall Mathers, I’m tossing rappers up at my crew of 10Minus 4, minus warYou don’t want itShady records I’m already better, fuck it, doggonnitDog don’t gotta leadDog’s already homeJack, dog I’m a beast, I’m a wolfBring your dogs backA melody man in a melancholic mellow yellow canShhh, tell him how we gonna sell ’em manBeen working hard all week(So if you wonder if we earned it, well its not a probably)So won’t you bring that back to me(And holla when you hear it like all the screams of a halloween)I got blisters on my feet(To walk in night with you is not the shoes to be borrowing)So won’t you bring that back to me(Cause all the sole of my pin is what all the sorrow brings)If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, noIf you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, noIf you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, noIf you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no