Yelawolf - Kill My Nightmare Lyrics

Yelawolf - Kill My Nightmare Lyrics


happy friday the 13th
muthaf-ckers

go to sleep little boy don’t cry
like shadows on the wall
don’t look under your bed
hear footsteps in the hall
somebody’s gonna come get me
and take me to the woods in the fall
dont look under your bed
crucifix on the wall
could it be in my mind
my time has gone by
slayed in the field, left here to die
what if momma finds me like this
wonder this dirts still alive
i don’t know how to resist
all of these thoughts that are running through my little mind
trouble on show, scared for my life
still i want war

in a world that could feel like a f-cking cage
i just sit in silence
instead of tryna to escape i became crazy and started smiling
took a knife to the back when i turned around i held somebody close
but i bled just enough to live, half man, half ghost
and the dream is dark, f-ck it, into the dark i go
you want me to be a monster and kill em?
you want me to be the one with the blade?
you want me to stand up and scream
you begged for me to go into a rage
well, hand me the machete then right now
i’ll walk into the house and lay ‘em down
bring you the head of every victim man, woman, child
i will not deceive you
god said i’ll never leave you
and since i can’t see you
then i’ll have to believe you
yeah i’ve got a dream and i’ve seen many many nightmares unfold
but fear has no hold, on this dream that i control
i control
i control
i control

goodbye nightmares
bye bye nightmares
goodbye nightmares
kill my nightmare

"Low Class Pride" Lyrics - Yelawolf (Ft. Eminem)

Yelawolf - Low Class Pride Lyrics and Video (Ft. Eminem)

Hook

Raise your glass for the people with trash bag blinds(Eminem: Raise it!)

You like to judge, but I find that you don’t ask why (Eminem: Oh no uhuh)

Kiss my ass if you ain’t on our side (Eminem: Kiss it!)

We’ll be on all sides

Surround you, this is low class pride

Hey girl I like that famous hoodie, do it come in camo?

A pack of Camels and I’m goodie with a little Daniels

The Chevy wired got the 24 tires

24 hours wired ain’t tired

Bottles on floor smoke swirling spirals around the wood panels

Every porch got an old man picking on them teeth with a switchblade

Cut your hand hopping the barbed wire fence

You fix that motherfucker up with some grip tape

Shaved heads and dreads it’s all good my town

Gotta get some blood on your shoes

If you wanna be you wanna eat good in my town

Got a good memory you solve that problem with a lil liquor

Lil sister gone hungry no more

Ever since my hands got a lil quicker

Snatch a meal and a pack to calm the nerves

How you gonna pay when time is all you earn?

Hook

Raise your glass for the people with trash bag blinds (Eminem: Raise it!)

You like to judge, but I find that you don’t ask why (Eminem: Oh no uhuh)

Kiss my ass if you ain’t on our side (Eminem: Kiss it!)

We’ll be on all sides

Surround you, this is low class pride

Most you people don’t know shit

About the cabins in the boonies and the muddy footprints

Following to your doorstep when your momma

Out of work and can’t pay the rent

Asking how we gonna make some stacks

So we make mistakes pay the tab

They putting dollars on our heads, crack our heads everyday

Mr. Sherriff take it back

I never done shit but grind boards and party, how you gonna ask me where I’m going?

My buddy JC down on the block, and early release (???) showing

(???) smog in the air leaves that chemical on your tongue

We ain’t dumb but round these parts ain’t much to become

So we party, we drink, we smoke when we young

Yeah buddy ain’t nothing like where I’m from

Hook

Raise your glass for the people with trash bag blinds (Eminem: Raise it!)

You like to judge, but I find that you don’t ask why (Eminem: Oh no uhuh)

Kiss my ass if you ain’t on our side (Eminem: Kiss it!)

We’ll be on all sides

Surround you, this is low class pride

I’m like déjà homie, my views ain’t changing, I’m still me

Still got the touch but you know I give a fuck if you feel me

The real me will never leave, I just moved outta Warren

Brought white trash to high class

How the fuck you ignore him?

My neighbors looking at me funny, I guess the tats are abnormal

You’re so formal

You ain’t worn a wife beater before huh?

The ketchup stains on yo jeans add character

Don’t let them (???) embarrass ya

I’m a marriage of everything you claim is wrong with America

From the old trailer in Kansas to living mansion to mansion

I give a damn, me and Yela got the tramps giving in, dancing

Smack a bitch to the ground if she trips that’s good old fashion ho down

Slow down? How can I?

My whips too quick, I give a shit if I’m disturbing yo town

Whoa now, I’m so loud, the belligerent asshole

Trailer anthem, D to Bama, tell them to (???) and that’s all

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Yelawolf Feat. Trae The Truth – Shit I’ve Seen Lyrics

Yelawolf Feat. Trae The Truth – Shit I’ve Seen Lyrics

[Yelawolf]

Half of these muthaf-cking rappers don’t know shit

aint seen a gangsta aint seen a brick

and then they wonder why when the OG’s come around

Yelawolf get the respect I get

cause I never walked into another man’s house

and tell em what I think about the way he lives

I done a little dirt of my own and I won’t throw stones

so I get back what I give

reach for the two homeboy go ahead

you wanna be dead, homie be dead

who am I to be thinking that I won’t pop a trunk

if you feeling like a punk from the he said she said

life’s not a choice, it’s a win or lose

so what’s it gonna be, him or you

daddy lie on ya bed, is she lying to your head

well it depends on the truth, huh

see I’m realistic and everyday can’t be terrific

I just seen one of my boys get ticked off

and put one of his hands his ?

lifted up in the air and somebody carry him

into the club I know they wanted to bury him

haha

my crew is laughing, I was scared as f-ck and they thought it was hilarious

damn really, thats how y’all do it

shit

[Chorus]

the shit I’ve seen has changed me

what used to be strange to me,

just aint strange to me no more

yeah, I done seen this sh-t before

its just another day, outside my door

outside my door

the shit I’ve seen the shit I’ve seen has changed me

what used to be strange to me,

just aint strange to me no more

Yelawolf and Trae The Truth bitch hit the floor

its just another day, outside my door

[Trae The Truth]

I let you take a second to introduce you to pain

where everybody going through it and going insane

the inner struggle but they focused on making they change

anybody get it away and they making it rain

if it go to me and then I probably do the same

if I ever could I’ll forever be repping the same game

rapping off thinking I promise I’ll get the same thing

in the back of the Maybach somebody ?

getting brain like I was only here to learn something

when I’m done here trying to earn something?

one thing bout me I guarantee I’ll probably return something

raise some drama then show up and try to burn something

I’ll do my dirt and when I ? never pay it back

I’m dealing with it and never take it

the candys back the city never ?

? take a nap

wanna hit the block ? dreaming to get away

?

Yelawolf go get the whip I go this

open the gate no way they could stop this

when I’m with us they can tell us about this

so pretty you can tell ‘em it’s not this

[Chorus]

[Yelawolf]

? I believe it’s too hard

dont reach for the dogs who believe the facades

don’t reach too far to compete with the dog

because deep in the heart they wanna ? this all

I wish I could be the one to say I warned ya

dont pay any attention

man I wanna ignore the haters

but I can’t afford to leave them alone

they say yelawolf aint never been in the dark

and trailerparks and made their mark

I gotta make it hot cause I was given a pardon

I gotta play the role

serial killing rap, cause I had a serial code

in every city with a serial ?

when I rap, peer in my soul

I’m in the light like a deer in the road

clear in control, my spirit is old

I’m hearing the Gold I’m hearing the foes, hoes

and falls like a rock dont mean you hard like one

you want the credit for getting gutter forget it

you muthaf-ckers forgot the credit card and run

street credit won’t put bullets in ya gun

but it might put a stray bullet in your son

daughters, uncles, aunts, friends and nusiance

become tangled up when it comes undone