Yelawolf - Looking for Alien Love lyrics

[Intro] S'matterwitchu? S'matter [Verse 1] Gather ‘round people From my distant world Across Etowah County I reach Into your zone Excuse me for cuttin' in line I am awful sorry for intruding on your space But I feel I am rather blessed in this issue Which you happen to be involved with Love is only relevant if you understand the target Any questions? [Hook] I'm on my own, I'm a single man Looking for a heart that I can understand I'm looking for my love [Verse 2] Well, love is a prism Two lights thrown, and um Receivin' it's hard to comprehend the human rhythms Ya know? Well I guess it's kinda like our satellites One floats around until the signal reaches a receiver One floats around until the love reaches a believer Get it? [Hook] I never really found out how hard it might be Everybody before me couldn't answer me So I'm still looking for my love [Break] It's kinda like drawing sticks But if you gamble with this, don't gamble counterfeit, come real [Hook-Continued] I'm on my own, I'm a single man Looking for a heart that I can understand I'm looking for my love I'm looking for my love Looking for my love [Verse 3] Catfish Billy, and I hail from the bottom I treat music like fat people treat shoes when they're joggin' Make souls bounce off the concrete Give people a new reason to believe in these poetic zombies I don't support the dead unless they're grateful “Soul food” is a metaphor, Yelar says, “Get you a plate full” A lot of rappers are servin' birds They're trippin' I give you a CD, you eat free That's a real whole chicken Don't be so God damn easily impressed In '93 you had to rap, what the f** ever happened to that? They pick up the game, and can't drop one the net KP said it was a pickup game, just be properly dressed (Ha) It's like they heard the joke and took him serious though And a bunch of people pulled up hungry with a blinged out cereal bowl But ya can't get Corn Flakes if your music is born fake So, Cheerio chap, here's some Lucky Charms, good luck f** Now that there was unnecessary But when you've got words like these, then a word like “f**” it just get's buried Unlike them who meet f** and go get married Have a bunch of f**ing babies, before the f**ing wedding The MC to be didn't go to dress rehearsal Now you back in a pickup game, Fucc Boi, in a f**ing commercial Now hold the catfish again I swam 8 miles on the bottom of Lake Michigan To reel me into the mainstream made ‘em nervous So I rolled to the motherf**ing kick drums under the surface You're sobbin' under water ya'll And I leak so much ink I leave Mead books waterlogged I know some want my art to pause ‘Cause I play with rap music like driftwood in an otter's paw Now that's some country sh** to say bro Not as country as working construction and doing a show in the same clothes Yellow, they know, they know I'm on top of this kindergarten sh** building fine art outta Play-Doh Tell me have you even in your long-legged life seen an alien catfish? Have you even been slapped by a one eyed one horned purple people eater? Well back the water like a beaver Then let it go like Noah Better learn to swim without floaties Better learn to live without quotas Got a carry-on bag from the outer limits Travelin' a billion miles a minute Light speed on the mic I become a livin' alien in the Alabama sun, sun...sun-shine [Outro] Come see me again Or… shall I come, see you I'll come visit With my buddy, Scraggly Y'know, any ol' time Catfish Billy Lookin' for my love Can't seem to find it My love for… Wack sh** that is Can't find no love for it Can't find no love for it And I'm back at it again!