Struggle - Outlaw Shit (Feat. Yelawolf & Waylon Jennings) | Текст песни

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• Struggle
• Outlaw Shit (Feat. Yelawolf & Waylon Jennings)

She said storms will never last,
so I’m looking out the window like, when's it gonna pass,
I need some cash, I did the math, it keeps sending in subtraction,
is it fate or just the laws of attraction? I’ll never know,
pa's tracks, fast lane, cocaine dealer,
tryna ease this pain with these painkillers,
I don't want my soul to be stained to obtain my wealth,
I couldn't learn from his mistakes, I had to make em myself,
and I ain't never been scared, but reality is frightening,
my 3 year old daughter's name came from my indictments,
like a vh1 story with a hard ending,
shit I’m serving a life sentence and I still got a charge pending,
seems like everywhere I go now, they watching,
hiding this pain in my eyes behind Versace’s,
can't sleep I’m too busy chasing dreams,
and the fed's sent a posse down like I ain't never seen,

Chorus:
Don't you think this outlaw shit has gotten out of hand?
What started out to be a joke, the law don't understand.

I've always been crazy but it kept me from going insane,
I grew up thinking it's part of the game,
them outlaw's always taught me bad guys we're the fed's
don't get high on your supply, your brain will look like eggs,
in a skillet, yea can you feel it? forget it,
80's baby, crack era, that's how im'a get it,
fresh up outta jail, new plan, new man,
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but I can't seem to change who I am, I’m a hustler,
I been running for so long from them boys,
I can't go to sleep without the noise,
television's on,.40 by my head,
laying on the couch while my Shawty's in the bed,
if I stay awake til' 5,i'll probably sell another ounce,
shoes tied tight just in case I gotta bounce,
hear their tires hit the gravel, how they know I’m back at it?
little girl looking, "daddy why you in the attic"? I’m hiding,

Chorus:
Don't you think this outlaw shit has gotten out of hand?
What started out to be a joke, the law don't understand.

But it's a beautiful view, when we're looking down,
from this high, over snow capped mountains,
crimson dyed, don't give my momma black roses,
I gotta gun, but I’m not strong enough to hold it,
crimson dyed, a broken record for a token,
pay a silver dollar for another crime story,
but when you're looking down, from this high,
and I just made it to the clouds,
and it'll be a while before I hit the ground,(let's go)
and taking freedom from me now,
would be like taking water from the nile,
cause the river still flows,
from a story that a dam couldn't hold,
(aite grandpa it's your turn)

Chorus:
Don't you think this outlaw shit has gotten out of hand?
What started out to be a joke, the law don't understand

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