In This World (Bonus Track)

It's getting hard to be me Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me And if I ever need something, I'm a get it for myself Cause I'm the only person thinking 'bout me It's getting hard to be me Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself Cause I'm the only person fucking with me! In this world of sticks, hicks and chicks with aqua net spray Sh sh shhhhhh shut up muthafucker don't disrespect these country ways Yeah! Alabama, if ya ain't know, I ain't hiding a damn thing, I just like to lean low Yeah, I'm the theme show Stereotypical beanpole Slim, tall, tatted, let me add that I gotta green glow From all the Mountain Dew that I consume From a mason jar, in a racing car, chase it with a tall ice brew Let me not leave you confused, what I represent culturally Trash bag full of Freon, I'm huffin' puffin' on potpourri That gummo's squeaky swingin' gate in front of that trap house Trailer park is sewed up and Billy done pulled that Lac out It's getting hard to be me Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me And if I ever need something, I'm a get it for myself Cause I'm the only person thinking 'bout me It's getting hard to be me Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself Cause I'm the only person fucking with me! Wonder what I got inside this Chevrolet trunk I'm hiding About ten bodies on a fishing line with baby clothes on consignment Came to the game so broke that I still find one-dollar bills and get a thrill That's the kind of shit that leaves my pickle dill'd Siding on the single wide got icicle steel, too cold Gotta kerosene heater to heat up the grill, meatloaf? Daddy's in jail again for shuffling pills, we know Man I've only come to give you a peep show, (in this world) I run across the South, like a wild stream, smiling I've seen more colorful mushrooms than a child's dream On an island, desolate left behind Cause my state, is a state of crime God said, 1979, go change the minds (in this world) It's getting hard to be me Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me And if I ever need something, I'm a get it for myself Cause I'm the only person thinking 'bout me It's getting hard to be me Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself Cause I'm the only person fucking with me! Yelawolf. Hi, my name is President O'Bama I'm so shameless I'm taking it all so what am I saying I'm the voice of every small town (in this world) Like a light and a pipe with a mic and take flight in this life What a sight, put a vice grip lock on my right to fight despite The way you may feel about sights and sounds that I might put down About prices found on a sack of that white Heaven is a place in a 7 11, I can never get away from hell Found hell in the bible-belt and found love in a 6-pack up on the shelf Went to the seashore to see more but Leroy didn't seem sure to me So I took Leroy to Alabama, he bought the hat and bought the Tee Converted him y'all, I gave him convertible thoughts When he saw that big buck hangin' on the wall (Yeah) I'm off by a millimeter I'm on by a million light years and 2 liters a pint of moonshine I ride a 2 seater, take a ride (in this world) It's getting hard to be me Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me And if I ever need something, I'm a get it for myself Cause I'm the only person thinking 'bout me It's getting hard to be me Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself Cause I'm the only person fucking with me!