Shoe String

[Intro: Yelawolf] That's so rock and roll she said A rollin' stone A tumblin' boulder [Verse 1: Yelawolf] I took a puff of my smoke and fumbled through my folder The pages sound like leaves under wondering soldiers And the moonshine through the wind of the whispering pines Read her a line from poem that's partly defined, rhymes From the swamp where nothing grows She stood up crooked like a stop sign on a country road I set her straight with a letter wait let her meditate I poured the whiskey into the glass let her wait She dipped her pot in the powder like a coke fondue Laid back in the condo and passed out blonde nude Maybe brunette maybe we got cooked Le Creuset then maybe you let Maybe you gave but I never took Turn the page I wrote the book 28 days in a tour bus purgatory 28 minutes in a hotel tour glory Checked out end the lease Took a last look at the lady in the sheets twin peaks But I mounted up the mountainous terrain Mouth and all between with the mattress bouncin' out the frame Hold up [Verse 2: Yelawolf] Good night now that's alright Threw on my aviators for the morning sunlight And my memories are violent But if I had a dollar to go back I wouldn't buy it But I dropped four quarters in the wishing well Spent the other ten bucks on a box of zinfandels and OJ Hair of the dog tattered and beat scary and flawed Sidewalk under my boots I bury my claws Told my momma prepare me a cross Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss With no umbrella in the London rain Black skin beaver hat drippin' down the lane Through a tunnel under moving trains Though I'm a hunter I still prey The rule of gain My third eye is the tool of aim Manifestation is the coolest thing Crew on the corner waiting for me by the Prevost And I made bus call by a shoe string Shoe string