In This World - Yelawolf

It’s getting hard to be me

Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me

And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself

Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me

It’s getting hard to be me

Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me

And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself

Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!

In this world of sticks, hicks and chicks with aqua net spray

Shhh-shut up motherfucker don’t disrespect these country ways, yeah!

Alabama, if yeen know, I ain’t hiding a damn thing, I just like to lean low

Yeah, I’m the theme show stereotypical beanpole

Slim, tall, tatted, let me add that I gotta green glow

From all the Mountain Dew that I consume from a mason jar

In a racing car, chase it with a tall ice brew

Let me not leave you confused, what I represent culturally

Trash bag full of freon, I’m huffin' puffin' on potpourri

That gummo’s squeaky swingin' gate in front of that trap house

Trailer park is sewed up and Billy done pulled that ac out

It’s getting hard to be me

Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me

And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself

Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me

It’s getting hard to be me

Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me

And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself

Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!

Wonder what I got inside this Chevrolet Trunk I’m hiding

About ten Bodies on a fishing line with baby clothes on consignment

Came to the Game so broke that I still find one-dollar bills and get a thrill

That’s the kind of shit that leaves my pickle dill’d

Siding on the single-wide got icicle steel, too cold

Got a kerosene heater to heat up the grill, meatloaf?

Daddy’s in jail again for shuffling pills, we know

Man I’ve only come to give you a peep show, (In this world)

I run across the South Like a wild stream, smiling

I’ve seen more colorful mushrooms than a child’s dream on an island

Desolate left behind, cause my state is a state of grime

God said, 1979, go change the minds (In this world)

It’s getting hard to be me

Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me

And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself

Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me

It’s getting hard to be me

Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me

And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself

Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!

Yelawolf, Hi my name is

President O' Bama, I’m so shameless

I’m taking it all, so what am I saying?

I’m the voice of every small town (In this world)

Like a light in the pipe, with a mic

And take flight in this life, I’m a sight

Put a vice-grip lock on my right to fight

Despite the way you may feel about sights and sounds

That I might put down, about prices found on a sack of that white

Heaven is a place in a 7/11, I can never get away from hell

Found hell in the bible-belt, and found love in a 6-pack on the shelf

Went to the seashore to see more, but Leroy didn’t seem sure to me

So I took Leroy to Alabama, he bought the hat and bought the tee

Converted him y’all, I gave him convertible thoughts

When he saw that big buck hangin' on the wall (Yeah)

I’m off by a millimeter, I’m on by a million light-years and 2 liters

A pint of moonshine, I ride in two-seaters

Take a ride (In this world)

It’s getting hard to be me

Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me

And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself

Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me

It’s getting hard to be me

Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me

And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself

Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!