True To Yourself Lyrics - Yelawolf

Here we go to church on Sunday mornin' 

Hangovers on 'em 

Whiskey pourin' out of skin, it's like a poison 

Beer-soaked boots from the barroom floor 

It's perfume to a sinner, it's allurin' 

Prophet for the slums, prayer for the dark 

Barber straight razor blade, pocket watch 

Rings on every finger, sacrificial skin 

Story written in his blood, he's akin 

To animals and criminals alike 

Hood, project, trailer park, Backwoods 

Sprinkles of the cocaine in his nails 

Tank full of propane on the shelf 

Fire's in the soul, the child is now a man 

The enemies of good now become a friend 

Watchin' God play his life violin 

Happily, an instrumental in the wind 

You will never fit, you're a misfit 

You're a quiet voice no matter how loud you get 

Despite the effort, you remain reckless 

You remain helpless in the same outfit 

As your father did before, you're a song 

Better sing the praises of the written wrongs 

Only time will kill your spirit if you let it fall 

And that's why there's... 

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No time at all 

No time like now 

To get on the road 

If you wanna get out 

You got to be true 

True to yourself 

Or you'll be a fool 

To somebody else 

The rifle's in the corner, money on the table 

Cellophane sacks, baby's in the cradle 

Chevy's in the drive, cranked and ready for him 

Lights a cigarette, ashes on the floor 

And takes another toke, smoke fills the room 

Sun sets behind the clouds, heavy gloom 

Cops on the run, sirens in the distance 

Wild small town, violent and resistant 

In the street, they rage and fight 

Any given night, it's just another reason for a killin' 

Brave the cold and lock the door 'cause it's war 

Storm filled with crime, only safe in buildings 

Made of brick and mortar, brick of thick morals 

Ain't got brick and mortar? Steel will support 'em 

Steel with the trigger finger, take your life 

Billy in the basement, wasted, makin' pipe 

Bombs take it light, wrong take it real 

Take a quarter pound of dope and make a deal 

Take the front, son, run for the hills 

Cowards under power make sonic seals 

Cast a shadow over underprivileged minds 

While they're chasin' money, hit some basic rhymes 

If the world gives you pen and paper, draw the line 

Because there's no time 

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There's no time at all 

No time like now 

To get on the road 

If you wanna get out 

You got to be true 

True to yourself 

Or you'll be a fool 

To somebody else 

No time at all 

No time like now 

To get on the road 

If you wanna get out 

You got to be true 

True to yourself 

Or you'll be a fool 

To somebody else