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- Yelawolf Growin' Up In The Gutter 歌詞
- Yelawolf
- Once upon a time in an apartment home
Lived a little girl with a heart of stone
Cause part of her heart was partly gone
Rarely seen and hardly known
Treated like a mat on a boxing ring
Blood drop stains on the twin box springs
Daddy came to visit its not a dream
She thought to herself what is happenin
Above her head is a crucifix
But lucifer loosens up his wrist
Lays her down with an open fist
And all that was left was hopelessness
Little girl wheres your lovin mother
Under the covers under the covers
Little girl what have you discovered
She stuttered
Growin up in the gutter no more fairytales
And so no place like hell no place like home
Growin up in the gutter black and white in a frame
There we are safe and sound stray guns no aim yea
Growin up in the gutter
And you aint gotta be from the projects
To deal with this nonsense rittz
Cause even in suburbia somebody will murder ya
Over nothin leave your body slumpin
In the parking lot of your complex
Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest
My town is full of drug dealers
Most of them get shot in the process
Hustlin and stackin up profits
They robbin motherf**kers like they havin a contest
Shit he took a bitch to his apartment to brag
A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged
Cause he showed her all the pills he had for sale
For the low
She told her cousin
Then her cousin grabbed a glock and a mask
Kickedin his door laid him down
Then he shot him and dashed
Ran off with all that he had
He used to be ballin now he got a colostomy bag
What you know about that
Middle class white b*tch slangin her body for crack
Mexican drug cartels you hear the buck shot shells
And then the blood clot fails there aint no healin the wounds
Biggest meth bust on the east coast right here in duluth
My lyrics are proof of growin up in the gutter
You think you can define how hard you got it
By what neighborhood you live in motherf**ker
Wake up in the gutter
No more fairytales
And so no place like hell no place like home
Growin up in the gutter black and white in a frame
There we are safe and sound stray guns no aim yea
Growin up in the gutter
Slumerican indeed I am
Drug through the mud like a weed what I am
Was child who was beat I am
Leather belts that made me I am
Home alone again at 8 I am
Somebodys life to rate I am
Given to the beast by fate I am
The one who did escape I am
A voice for the cold in the dark I am
The one who sold his heart I am
From a family torn apart I am
A target for your dart I am
Sick again from the whips I am
Head to the gun and click I am
A soul that dont run from shit I am
Exposed to the goats of sin I am
Met a ghost and he said I am
In the basement in red I am
Dead cause the ouija board said
I am
Growin up in the gutter no more fairytales
And so no place like hell no place like home
Growin up in the gutter black and white in a frame
There we are safe and sound stray guns no aim yea
Growin up in the gutter
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