Punk Lyrics - Travis Barker

I'm a million lightyears away from the dark 

A thousand miles and running 

Country boy can survive 

I'm alive, a loaded gunnin' 

Backseat full of crooks 

Pen and paper, this one's for the books 

Pack it, wrap it, seal it, send it 

To the corner in a Travis Caddy 

Everybody in this motherfucker jumping footprints on the wall 

Gimme the losers, the ones who don't fit in 

And with this shit we're gonna have a ball 

Swing around the mosh pit Dosie Doe 

Catfish Billy and a Dobro 

I'm Psycho White—oh no 

I'm a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile 

Comin' out for the kill 

I don't gamble 

I don't deal with these whose whose in this mass appeal 

I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a semi-truck 

Then get drunk and run amuck 

With every single one of my misfits 

Bitch, that's how we're showin' up 

With them lowriders on the west side 

Lift kits from the south 

Jump in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house 

I'm on my new shit, still ready and ruthless 

A public nuisance 

But I feel right at home 

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Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up 

Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up 

Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up 

I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck 

But I ain't giving up, I'd rather live it up 

Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up 

They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up 

But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck 

I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck 

Still bumping Three 6 all day, Hank Williams all day 

So promenade when the lights in the ballroom swing 

And shake and then fall and break with that bottom bass 

Make you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo your face 

Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it takes 

Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock 

With a cop I'm a nervous wreck 

I never could keep a job 'cause I rob and I take 

And I leave you with nothing left 

But mama tried 

Mama tried to harvest early and the pot died 

If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied 

Leave these haters with a cane to walk 

Take these lames with a grain of salt 

All I wanna do is take aim, assault, tell my story 

Paint the wall from Alabama to Atlanta 

From Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic view 

To center who my friends, the men around me was 

The culture is that slum, and I'm not alone 

I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm feelin' right at home 

Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up 

Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up 

Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up 

I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck 

But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up 

Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up 

They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up 

But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck 

I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck 

And the whole world is yours 

This I know, because Nas told me so 

Damn right, so give me that bag of money real quick 

Let's go, I've got it cranked, it's parked out front 

I'm a wanted man and I'm on the run 

And I'm goin' back to Cali to the allies where they packin' rallies 

With the skateboarders, punks and rowdies 

And show 'em this country savvy 

I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feeling right at home