OUTLAW SHIT Lyrics (STRUGGLE) She said storms never last So Im looking out the window like Whens it gonna pass I need some cash, I did the math It keeps ending in subtraction Is it fate or just the laws of attraction Ill never know.. Posi-Traction.. Fast-lane cocaine dealer Tryna ease the pain With these pain killers I dont want my soul to be stained To obtain my wealth I couldnt learn from his mistakes I had to make em myself An I aint never been scared But reality is frightening My 3 year old daughters name Came from my indictments Like a VH1 story with a hard ending Shit Im serving a life sentence An I still got a charge pending Seems like everywhere I go now they watching Hiding this pain in my eyes behind Versaces I cant sleep Im too busy chasing dreams An the feds sent a posse down like I ant never seen (WAYLON JENNINGS) (chorus) Dont you think this outlaw shit Has gotten out of hand What started out to be a joke The law dont understand (STRUGGLE) Ive always been crazy But it helped me from going insane I grew up thinking its part of the game Them outlaws always taught me Bad guys were the feds Dont get high on your supply Your brain will look like eggs In a skillet Yeah can you feel it Forget it 80s baby, crack era Thats how Im a get it Fresh up out of jail New plan, new man But I cant seem to change who I am Im a hustler I been running for so long from them boys I cant go to sleep without the noise Televisions on, .40 by my head Laying on the couch while my shortys in the bed If I stay awake till 5 Ill probably sell another ounce Shoes tied tight just in case I gotta bounce Hear they tires hit the gravel How they know Im back at it? Little girl looking daddy why you in the attic? Im hiding... (WAYLON JENNINGS) (chorus) Dont you think this outlaw shit Has gotten out of hand What started out to be a joke The law dont understand (YELAWOLF) But its a beautiful view When youre looking down From this high Over snow capped mountains Crimson dyed Dont give my momma black roses I got a gun but Im not strong enough to hold it Crimson dyed A broken record for a token Pay a silver dollar for another crime story But when youre looking down From this high An I just made it to the clouds An itll be a while before I hit the ground An taking freedom from me now Would be like taking water from the Nile Cause the river still flows From a story that a dam couldnt hold (WAYLON JENNINGS) (chorus) Dont you think this outlaw shit Has gotten out of hand What started out to be a joke The law dont understand
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 13:52:54 +0000
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