Dust Broom

[Yelawolf]:

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[Verse 1: Christian Rose ]

Quick quick quick with it

Im slick with it

A motherfucker like me been hit it

I been in it deep in the game

She like it when I spit with it

Tryna coprehent all the juice that I been spilling

Ha-ha-ha

Send a copy I gotta double up I just need a couple plus

Tattoos on my face are no cover ups but the ink just doesn't cover enough

Tryna hide from the pain but I just bottle it up

I wonder do you wonder if I care about it enough

Cause I should but I don't if I do then I won't

You got me out your [?] I got to get a better grip on this shit

I'm flipping this script

Straight up out the doctors office, percocets

Some rubbеr bands in my mama pockets

I got to stop it you better stop it

Somеbody stop it

[Verse 2: Sam Lee ]

I never took the time to see from your perspective

A lots been going on since the last time I checked in

To tell the truth I see the call but I ain't get the message

To busy making mistakes you tryna safe me from

But I learned my lesson and even though you weren't around

I never felt neglected

I spend so many years in the streets living young and reckless

I was so disconnected with you

I never thought it would later way me down

Because of how you overffected but to be honest

If it wasn't for you leaving me I wouldn't be who I am today so thank you Tina

We been through so much together

I know you always believed in me, lately it feels like we been sawing up the scenes

Im still too far away I only see you in my dreams

The night is getting low so rest your head and go to sleep

And know that when you wake up it is all just but a dream

And everything this bad

Isn't always what it seems  and what it seems

Yeah

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]

I got a plan I gotta plan a strategy

[?] mad at me

Mad at me cause I got a fatter salary

Actually you are uh

On the way of my [?] my taste I a uhm

Five star catalogue is a casualty in I marry to be

Bury to be very unique never discrete

Slick likes berrys on feet cherry on cheeks

Cheeks blush scary to meet uhm

Take a photo with king [?]

Yeah compare me to kings jewelry swings

I'm at the pool table pinkie ring on the green fell

Black bubble leather around the waist no green belt

Living of the liquor still kick it don't need help

Im all the way up chevy window was partly the way up

And smoke bellowing out like a partin bus

[?]  in the cup

Pants tight yeah and she want the dick vandyke

Rubber bands tight on the grand slykes so my jam drop

Grands on the taint dyke

I make her hit the sand and fly a damn kite

The way Im blowing money

Alabama tornados couldn't pick up a [?] like you

If I wouldn't here with my homies don't know what I do

She gave me good eye too

No butterfly stich but her lingerie butter fly with cheap perfume

But a scotch kicks in and

You the type of bitch that drop a [?] crazy yeah

But the [?] don't amaze me

Im a 1980 baby raised on cocaine ladies

Mama kept a zip coat in the box mercedes

Mama packed a pistol I packed a M80

Back to the hotel room

Fire cracker boom boom boom

Sack of old mushrooms

Street sweeper on the bed like old dust broom

Yeah old dust broom

Caterpillar mash head like a old cocoon

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