Light as a Feather - Yelawolf

Long as I got my pistol, I’ma keep 'em with me when I go

Bullet for every woe, trigger for every throat

Put me in the ground but I’ll be back around

Walking on dry leaves but won’t make a sound

Ayo, Billy got bars, don’t gotta look to find 'em

Build up my bars like a zoo animal and live behind them

Vibration couldn’t stop a UFO mid-flight

When I’m lurking pitch black in the woods at midnight, midnight

Light as a feather, stiff as a bull

I’m feeling better, better than before

I’m laying level, I’m laying level, two feet off the floor

When I’m light as a feather, stiff as a bull

I just bought a sack of marijuana and hit the sauna

I’ma boujee now, I ain’t in no fuckin' Honda

Wouldn’t take the Subaru to chase a kangaroo

If I needed a jump mini-van for my soccer momma

I ain’t taking orders from prima donnas unless she’s ordering McDonald’s

I can afford the dollar, get what you wanna

She poured me whiskey and said «Man, I’m honored»

I threw the glass, put down these ice cubes like anaconda

Left the gas station with a tall tea and hot nachos

A glass pipe, a gold rope, and a Choco Taco

Trailer park Hollywood bitch, low-fashion hot model

5150 is drippin' like

Philosophical Slumerican Aristotle

Prophecies from a water reflection out a pothole

Half a billion sold, I’m booked and might not show

Creek Water Cinnamon’s hot, I had to stop, drop, roll

Light as a feather, stiff as a bull

I’m feeling better, better than before

I’m laying level, I’m laying level, two feet off the floor

When I’m light as a feather, stiff as a bull

Still ride slow like Paul and Kanye

They had to hire a mover just to pick up the pace

Drinking so much creek water I locked my keys in a safe

I had to go buy the scooter just to make it to stage

Got the people all acting stupid and loopy, what can I say?

What I thought was a can of worms was a barrel of snakes

Then bust that shit open then, let’s get it for God’s sakes

Hear mama come yellin' «Beat 'em to death with a yard rake!»

Now picture me fishing under a tarp on a dark day

Grease poppin' and sizzlin', filet, table, and a sharp blade

Now picture these haters swimming around music I create

It’s not a matter of if, it’s which one will take the bait

So bite, fuck a bite, it’s yours

You chasing the beef?

You want some ground Chuck Norris?

You partial to martial arts?

Well chop it up for us

All the hippity-hop on this mainstream hit chorus like

Light as a feather, stiff as a bull

I’m feeling better, better than before

I’m laying level, I’m laying level, two feet off the floor

When I’m light as a feather, stiff as a bull

Light as a feather, stiff as a bull

I’m feeling better, better than before