Come On Over - Yelawolf

Six pack, my life’s in a bottle

18 wheels, is my rolling motto

I stayed in the woods, and I played wit a six shot

Still fucked up from all the pills that I swallowed

School was a bore, I had no fun suspended

My whole work was taking weed from a kitchen

Pounds of hick stem, a fifth grade scum bag

Threw bags in for Christmas, I’m high on attention

Skateboard shoes, I had holes in my vision

Before it was cool, I had unwanted attention

Young girls heartbroke, I’m nothin' but trouble

But life is a ditch, bitch, I’m just good wit a shovel

Can you dig it?

Come on over

Be so caught up

It’s all about compromise

I see problems down the line

I know that I’m right

I know that I’m right

Yeah, you’re probably right

I’m probably DUI when I’m driving tonight

I put my feet on the edge and kick my soul to the captain

And just like Travis, I’m surviving the flight

Yelling, «Go Alabama!», holding my banjo

And turn up to Marshall and tune up to Dobro

My truck ain’t stuck, I got a wrench in the toedo

Had friends but they threw me out, when I’m down and low

Yo what’s up to the D-Boyz and the meth lab pimps

All you Kid Rock fans and all you hippies in hemp

If you’ve got the Greatest of Johnny right next to Straight Outta Compton

You brought a shovel like mine, you probably been to the ditch

And I can dig it

Come on over

Be so caught up

It’s all about compromise

I see problems down the line

I know that I’m right

I know that I’m right