Yelawolf - You Don't Know (For F*ck's Sake) lyrics

Living the life of a student Yeah I begin on a high Losing my mind And they say that I've been winning for time Never been to a gun fight, never needed a knife But then I make the cut whenever delivering the lines Sit on the side, with a rhymepack With a tin in my sights Sipping a lemon and lime Corona only with my best friends Cause I paid in my pride Giving the time to write rhymes But I find truth at a quarter to five Eh It's kinda like I took a train To the left side of my brain, oh, main Toddle some mud, under my door You know I'm stepping in my own lane All of these speakers sitting behind me But what psychology, psychologically insane Part of me wanna get down, down, down Making you go low, inside You don't know, if you don't know by now You better tell him 'bout it What you gonna tell him bout it? Yeah, yeaaaah Ten toes to the dirt Pencil to the paper God has a favour for your thirst Drink-drink ya pint bye-bye To this bullsh** praise allah To the wheels I'm a ridah Steering your prada Only closed in my ada-di-das I'm a fetus in my boom sake nana Daddy's home, on the mic, hey papa Back with my bang yo, straight loop on my But every single one of my fans know that Every damn show, I'm taking their ears on a journey Like I'm flying with Van Gogh Livin' so sweet without Gretel and Hansel Critics hate the lyrics cause they think I've been tangoed Find me wearing old clothes rocking a Kangol I'm riding round with Yelawolf in your daddy's Lambo Hello me, how ya been? You got a mullet again like when you was 10 You're probably sipping sweet tee's, you still huh? And your piggy bank is full of change Fact, what you used to steal from You been playing fools, like a steel drum Pulling out early, and they still come Eating from the game, when you know the meal's done Yelawolf is kicking back at these pilgrims Hold up baby, sit still son Woah, this old rock, it heals been rolled Still shocking when I see 'em go Bananas and they hammer the I'm not the average half with After this hour gets out of this 60 seconds I'm going in any directions And chasing this jack with a shot of Budweiser and water It's probably the better idea you move the direction in Fact it's a part of me to be the looser of cannons Blowing his f*cking mics like the winds Hooligans, hooligans, hooligans But really who's a friend? Jump in this little fire jump right back in the pool again Know I be new again A student of you my friend Watch your manners I'm tossing rappers up at my crew of 10 Minus 4, minus war You don't want it Shady records I'm already better, f*ck it, doggonnit Dog don't gotta lead Dog's already home Jack, dog I'm a beast, I'm a wolf Bring your dogs back A melody man in a melancholic mellow yellow can Shhh, tell him how we gonna sell 'em man Been working hard all week (So if you wonder if we earned it, well it's 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, no If you don't know, if you don't know, no, no, no If you don't know, if you don't know, no, no, no If you don't know, if you don't know, no, no, no