Son Of A Gun Lyrics - Yelawolf

I look in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all started 

Small town Alabama, from city life we departed 

Not a single light in the street, morning was scary and dark 

To a little boy catching the bus to school 5:30 sharp 

I used to make up songs to keep my mind from wandering 

What was in the woods waiting for me, my stomach still rumbling 

From the cereal diet 

Even though mama was trying to do the best that she could 

Alcohol made her violent 

Her boyfriend was a prick, probably 26 

Barely looked my direction and really didn't do shit 

My animosity grew along with my anger 

And impatience disastrous school 

My teachers knew I was trouble waiting 

And I did too, admittedly but I like it 

Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented stuff 

But I never thought I had it rough 

I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I knew how different I was 

It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and loved 

I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne 

Here comes the heavy rain 

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Cause I'm the lighting to your storm 

Dark bloodstains after a dogfight 

The tornado to your alarm 

Your hangover after a long night 

I'm the snake outta your barn 

That one mistake you ever did right 

The gunpowder to your drum 

I'm your son 

The son of a gun 

Son of a gun 

Son of a gun 

Son of a gun 

Photos 

If life is but a dream 

I'm up the creek in a paddle boat 

Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes 

Up high and over the Mississippi to see the ocean 

So here I go floatin', yeah 

But I made it a habit though 

19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I made it home with the favorites 

Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles 

Make enough and then break it even, just do it for tickles 

Nashville's under icicles, the Methadone's penatratin' 

Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an experimentation 

No more chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain jars 

Morbid and dark are my role models, and old-school cars 

Sickening and I'm lovin' it 

I'm basking in half of it 

Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors 

I never knew my daddy but, 

They said that I was the same and what a shame 

Here come the cocaine in the heavy rain 

Cause I'm the lighting to your storm 

Dark bloodstains after a dogfight 

The tornado to your alarm 

Your hangover after a long night 

I'm the snake outta your barn 

That one mistake you ever did right 

The gunpowder to your drum 

I'm your son 

The son of a gun 

Son of a gun 

Son of a gun 

Son of a gun 

And you can tell that I still don't give a fuck 

Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down 

Slumerican-made man, Criminals all around 

Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good, look 

Livin' a story usin' my war as my shield 

The truth, examined and recreated 

The followings real: 

Plenty of fatherless children fill up the pit in the buildin' 

Usin' the mind for the feelin', it's just like poppin' a pill 

And I'm takin' it in 

Lost at makin' a win 

Thanks for the poems that you inspired, I'm rakin' it in 

Never heard you say "give me five," so make it a ten 

Think the chances I'm ballin', look at the bastard of him 

When I went to jail for the first time, I thought about you 

Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the rumours are true 

'Cause when I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came 

Trial by fire, pain, heavy rain 

Cause I'm the lighting to your storm 

Dark bloodstains after a dogfight 

The tornado to your alarm 

Your hangover after a long night 

I'm the snake outta your barn 

That one mistake you ever did right 

The gunpowder to your drum 

I'm your son 

The son of a gun 

Son of a gun 

Son of a gun 

Son of a gun