Over Here - Yelawolf

Silverado, black package

Dealership didn’t have time to tag it

I whipped that bitch out the parking lot

Like I was dead broke and I couldn’t have it

Uh, swipe that piece of plastic

Rode around Nashville for three hours

Listenin' to beats, waitin' for the magic

Swung by the crib, grabbed WLPWR

Hit the bar, of course the bar

Valet park my brand new car

Threw the keys and when you move it, please

Be careful and don’t go too far

Took a second and soaked it in

Couldn’t wipe off my big-ass grin

Look at Will, «Can you believe it, man?

Just wait 'til I get them twinny-twin-twins»

That’s hard work (Uh)

I had to do a lot of yard work (Uh)

I had to pick up that white trash (Uh)

So I could bet on my artwork (Uh)

I had to cut my own path (Uh)

And do something that had never been done

Alabama ain’t no cakewalk (Uh)

I showed the world how we popped that trunk

And it’s one shot down, two shot down, three

And this old fuckboy keeps looking at me

He walks up to us then offers me a drink

I know that he wants to hang, he must think that I’m a tree

Wanna be rock and roll, he starts ramblin' about who he knows

And where he’s been and how many records he’s sold

With who and how and this and that

And I can’t pretend to like this douchebag

Even though he’s got the boots, the hats, the leather, and the durag

The shit he told me he wrote for so-and-so is just so, so whack

Don’t wanna be the supermodel for the clothes you wear

Don’t pull a seat up 'cause you see me in my folding chair

Congratulations, hope your mama’s proud of what you’ve done

But she may be the only one 'cause

From over here, you just a bitch

From over here, a liar and thief, man

From over here, you make us sick

From over here, you fakin' to get rich

Don’t come over here

Uh, black Schott jacket, black Harley, Lucchese

38 OG, creatively a new worn baby

From the G to the A dot D

Went from the Creek to a Love Story

Went from a single wide trailer to the boots alligator

And a highrise over the streets

Ran through the dirty South in cleats

Never lost touch, never got beat

Lot of rappers talk about who’s doing what

Not a single one said shit about me, now that’s respect

Can’t buy that with a bat or a check, better check the beat

I mob with kings

Crown my head with a tattoo, Slum, make sure it reads

No more at sea

Fuck a message in a bottle, deliver my words like Desperado

Misfits under my umbrella

I hope these songs fulfill the sorrow

Take the bricks so you can build tomorrow

Like a freemason, claw and arrow

Free bird, a prophet’s sparrow

Flying through hip-hop, rock, and metal

And while that clock is ticking

I won’t let a soul living stop my vision

Give me that bucket and a mop to dip in

I’ll shine that floor until it’s popping prisms

'Til you see the colors of the rainbow dancing off my Box Chevy

Don’t try to fill up my gas tank or my shoes, homie, you ain’t ready

And if imitation is flattery, uh, I don’t lack on the flattery

I just led gatherings up in my room with the magic

Go back to my cabin and charge up my battery

Don’t wanna be the supermodel for the clothes you wear

Don’t pull a seat up 'cause you see me in my folding chair

Congratulations, hope your mama’s proud of what you’ve done

But she may be the only one 'cause

From over here, you just a bitch

From over here, a liar and thief, man

From over here, you make us sick

From over here, you fakin' to get rich

Don’t come over here

Fake fucking rockstars, don’t come over here

Politicians, cop cars, don’t come over here

Pill poppin' sloppy rappers, don’t come over here

All you motherfucking biters, don’t come over here