You Don’t Know (For Fuck’s Sake) – Ed Sheeran & Yelawolf – letras

Living the life of a student,I begin on a high,Losing my mind,And they say that I?ve been with them for time,Never been to a gun fight, never needed a knife.But then I meet the cop when I delivered the knifesSit on the side, with a rhyme pack,With a tin to my sightSipping a lime corona only with my best friendsCause I paid ?em my prideGiving it time to write rhymes.But I find truth at a quarter to five,Eh, It?s kinda like I took a trainTo the left side of my brain, oh, mainToddle some wood, under my doorYou know I?m Stepping in my own plainAll of these speakers sitting behind meBut what psychology, psychologically insanePart of me wanna get down, down, downMaking you go low, insideYou don?t know, you don?t know by nowYou better tell him ?bout itWhat you gonna tell him about it?Yeah, yeahTen coats to the dirtAnd sewed to the paperGod has a paper for your thirstDrink a pipe babaTo the bullshit praise AllahTo the reals I?m a writerSteering your productOnly to have closed to my other readersI?m a fetus in my boom sake nanaDaddy?s home, on the mic, hey papaBack with my band, yo street hoot tele novndoBut every single one of my fans know thatEvery damn show, I?m taking my kids over seasOn a journey like I?m flying with Van Goghlivin? so sweet without Gretel and HanselCriticize the lyrics cause they think I?ve been tangoFind me when we?re all close working at cangoI?m rocking on with Yelawolf and new Danny FamboHello me how ya been?They got a mother the king I knew when you was 10You brought me sipping sweets, you still huh?And your piggy bank is full of changeWhere?d you use to steal fromYou been playing foolsLike a still drumPulling put early, and they still comeEating from the gain, when you know the meal?s doneYelawolf is kicking back at these pilgrimsHold it baby, sit still sonthis old rhyme, it heals bin rowstill shocking when I see ?em goBananas and they hammer theYou don?t know, you don?t know by nowYou better tell him ?bout itWhat you gonna tell him bout it?Yeah, yeahI?m not the every half of witafter this ever gets out of thisin 60 seconds i?m gonna need the wretcheningChasing the chef with a shot of ? and waterprobably the better idea you?re moving the wretcheningthreatens the part of me to be the loosen of cannonsblowing his fucking minds like the windsI caught his cardiganHooligans, hooligans, hooligansBut pretty who?s your friendOpen the fire and get back in the pool againYou my friend, watch your mannersI?m tossing rappers up on my crueltyMinus 4, minus whoreShady Records I?m already better, fuck it, cow goneDog don?t gotta leaveDog?s already homeDogs I?m a beast, I?m a wolfBring your dogs backA melody man in a melancholic mellow yellow canShht, tell him how we gonna sell ?em manBeen working hard all weekSo won?t you bring that back to meI got blisters on my feetso won?t you bring that back to meIf 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