Son Of A Gun

Son Of A Gun - Yelawolf

Written by：Michael Atha/William Harness/Caleb Owens/Peter Michaelson Pisarczyk

I look in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all started

Small town Alabama from city life we departed

Not a single light in the street morning was scary and dark

To a little boy catching the bus to school 5:30 sharp

I used to make up songs to keep my mind from wondering

What was in the woods waiting for me my stomach still rumbling

From the cereal diet

Even though mama was trying to do the best that she could

Alcohol made her violent

Her boyfriend was a prick probably 26

Barely looked my direction and really didn't do sh*t

My animosity grew along with my anger

And impatience disaster in school

My teachers knew I was trouble waiting

And I did too admittedly but I liked it

Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events

Football and family oriented stuff

But I never thought I had it rough

I embraced it honestly 'cause I knew how different I was

It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and loved

I never knew my daddy but they said that

I was the same and what a shame get your umbrella Wayne

Here comes the heavy rain

'Cause I'm the lighting to your storm

The bloodstain after a dogfight

The tornado to your alarm

Your hangover after a long night

I'm the snake outta your barn

That one mistake you ever did right

The gunpowder to your drum

I'm your son

The son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

If life is but a dream

I'm up the creek in a paddle boat

Streams full of snakes demons not even a ladder goes

Up high and over the Mississippi to see the ocean

So here I go floatin' yeah

But I made it a habit though

19 and tattooed hell raisin'

The neighborhood was the place and I made it home with the favorites

Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash slinging nickels

Making nothing and breaking even just do it for tickles

Nashville's under icicles the Methadone's penetratin'

Ecstasy-hungry baited as an experimentation

No more chocolate-chip cookies and porcelain jars

Morbid and dark are my role models and old-school cars

Sickening and I'm lovin' it

I'm basking in half of it

Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways a dagger to pastors

I never knew my daddy but they said that

I was the same and what a shame

Here come the coc*ine in the heavy rain

'Cause I'm the lighting to your storm

The bloodstain after a dogfight

The tornado to your alarm

Your hangover after a long night

I'm the snake outta your barn

That one mistake you ever did right

The gunpowder to your drum

I'm your son

The son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

And you can tell that I still don't give a f**k

Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down

Slumerican-made man Criminals all around

Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good luck

Livin' a story usin' my war as my shield

The truth examined and recreated

The following's real

Plenty of fatherless children fill up the pit in the buildin'

Usin' the mind for the feelin' it's just like poppin' a pill

And I'm takin' it in

Lost and makin' a win

Thanks for the poems that you inspired I'm rakin' it in

Never heard you say give me five so make it a ten

Keep the change cuz I'm ballin' look at the bastard of him

When I went to jail for the first time I thought about you

Son of a b**ch I admit it I guess the rumors are true

'Cause when I look in the mirror I see from what I 'came

Trial by fire pain heavy rain

'Cause I'm the lighting to your storm

The bloodstain after a dogfight

The tornado to your alarm

Your hangover after a long night

I'm the snake outta your barn

That one mistake you ever did right

The gunpowder to your drum

I'm your son

The son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun