Light Switch Lyrics - Yelawolf

Gold teeth on my silver spoon 

Frosted flakes on the paint job 

Country boy from that pit of goons 

White folks that you can't rob 

Yeah, at fourteen sippin' four-zeros of St. Ides 

Fifth grade with a switchblade 

Pentagrams on my fake watch 

Levis from the thrift shop 

Busta Rhymes on my feet, FUCK 

Daddy's back in the [?] now 

Clay stuck in my cleats, WHAT 

Mamma's all in the J O B 

Flame tip to that cheaba cheaba 

Seeds poppin' like Bama does 

Meet girls in these green Adidas 

Grass stains from the walk home 

Cargo pants full of M80's 

Crushed pills in my watch pocket 

No dope to these [?] 

Geeked up, tripped out 

Tired eyed, brain fried 

Mouth full, lips out 

Mushrooms, sack dried 

Backwoods cannot hold the dope 

Gotta half an O in a crystal bowl 

Young girls in a web trap 

Brainwashed liked a vegetable 

Take some of this blood soup 

Kinfolk it's just me and you 

Blood mates with a twenty-two 

Witchcraft and the bitch is through 

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Light switch, hell nah 

They shut the motherfucking power off 

Ain't that a bitch, fuck ya'll 

Gotta get my neighbor up just to make a call 

Light switch, fuck ya'll 

I'ma grab a notepad, I'mma write it off 

That's right bitch, I'mma turn it off 

Looking at this shit, it's like click to a light switch 

Out to my old life with that tall-boy 

Drink it down to the spit bath 

Natty Ice on the floorboard 

Role models can't get that 

My whole motto was just laugh 

Laugh it off and just get mad 

Either way I'm up on the roof 

Looking for cars to throw bricks at 

Anarchy is in my genes 

Middle fingers and pipe bombs 

That's how I stay entertained 

With no dad, right mom? 

Fishing hook on the hat brim 

Grease under my white nails 

Hard truth to this false world 

Learned quick to fight well 

Give thanks to the microwave 

I'm a chef when I'm home alone 

Tryin' a cook a banana peel for me and Betty to smoke on 

Tin foil with a big bend makes no smoke, hood smoke 

Before the [?] I was packing res' with [?] 

Skull up with them cross bones that's no place to borrow soap 

Pirates out in that deep south go pop pills like Pablo 

Don't speak Spanish they heat manage 

Crime watch and them pine cops 

And the black suit with them mag lights 

We them dope boys in the pine box 

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Trench coats in the hallway 

That young man's got an old gun 

But when Pop left, got them safe keys 

That age gap is a short jump 

Babies all in that grave sight 

Tears drop on that Jesus piece 

Black clothes, Johnny Cash 

Come hostile and you leave in peace 

White stripes, red stripes 

White stars, blue night 

That banner's up in that trailer park 

Them pigs flashing them blue lights 

Psychological motherfucker 

Power trip and they pat you down 

Stunt ya growth with a steel cage 

That'll make a grown man act a clown 

Tire treads on them gravel roads 

Old school with them rusty hoods 

Baby seats full of crystal meth 

High risk but the money's good 

Sherm sticks in the bosses hand 

Parliaments I smoke by the case 

Watching all of this in my land 

To the butt, nothing goes to waste 

Grease trap of the nation's pit 

Oh how they just savor it 

Hoods dropping like flies yeah 

They got a plan for you, just wait for it 

That statue was a major bitch 

But man I feel liberated 

Took this shit like a dung beetle 

I had a ball, I innovated