You think you know me just because you know my name You think you see me 'cause you've seen every line of my face You want to want me just because I say that I want you But does it matter if anything I'm saying is the truth You need somebody, somebody to hold on to But this ain't the movies and we ain't the heroes Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by And the moon don't give a damn My boots just keep on walkin', but my heart don't understand Why I'm staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand I say I want you, but when we woke up one of us was crying You rolled over and all you said was 'Man I think I'm dying' Our song is over, the band of gold has been feeling like a nose You place your bets, 'cause no one thinks they'll lose Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by And the moon don't give a damn My boots just keep on walkin', but my heart don't understand Why I'm staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand The light of love can blind you 'til it covers up your eyes And you try to find the reason not to say goodbye It's the curse of every sailor standing on dry land Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand The night is fading, like my old tattoo A heart and a dagger, that says 'Forever' Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by And the moon don't give a damn I'm gettin' tired of talking, and I don't understand Why I'm staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand

Adam? s at the window Staring at the apple trees on fire Waiting for the windfall That brings the smile of kings and their desire Door blows in behind him A floral pattern summer dress so gay Burning in the sunlight too late to wait For darkness won? t delay To steal her cherry lips away For while the careless tongues of sunlight Slowly trickle down The curve of hips her fingertips In kissing sips we drown In kissing sips we drown And Adam will have his way Adam will have his way Adam? s on the island Living in the land of love Shadows lurk around him Drunk on the royal jelly of pure love Full and ripe the fruit hang For when the prince arrives he will want more And more and more he will drink from the canvas cup The son of a swan will then loose his plumera And he will wear a new age suit And haunt the joints in town And play a silver magic flute And call his lovers down And call his lovers down And Adam will have his way Adam will have his way Will have his way Adam? s at the ease Painting in the wrinkles and the gray Waiting for November Easy with the darkness of the day Smiles a tear of gladness And Adams at the window once again Burning in the sunlight too late to wait For darkness won? t delay To steal her cherry lips away For while the careless tongues of sunlight Slowly trickle down The curve of hips, her fingertips In kissing sips we drown In kissing sips we drown Adam will have his way Adam will have his way Adam will have his way Adam will have his way He will have his way Adam will have his way Adam? s at the window

Open your window and take a deep sigh Think about lettin' the rest of the world go fly A kite, takin' it easy, is easy as pie And holdin' your hand is such a natural high I sent flowers, we spent hours Doo-doo-dee-dee-dit-dee-dit-dit-dee-dee-dum Doo-doo diddley-mm-mm-wah-wah Dee-ba, dee-da, wah-wah-wah-oh Da-da-dee-dee-dee-doo-dee-wah-wah-wah-oh We spent hours, I sent flowers We could be happy alone in a tent Think of the money we'd save on rent Livin' is easy, as easy as pie And holdin' your hand is such a natural high Mm, hm-mm-mm, mm-mm Mm-hmm-hmm, hmm, mm-hmm-hmm

Yeah, go, white girl, it's ya birthday Go, white girl, it's ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go, white girl, it's ya birthday (Yeah, I know) Yelawolf mane, Gucci, holler at ya, man (Yeah, I know) So I got this twelve pack (Yeah, I know) We blow smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear Sayin', she just wanna party Trunk Musik got these poppers poppin' off the Richter scale D boys on the corner droppin' quarters like a wishin' well Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of Zinfandel Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell Pitch and black, I'm Mr. Pale Pack the pack and drink the ale Gettin' drunk, I'm drunk as hell Don't think I can lean my chair Got a toothbrush for the dirty mouth muthafuckin' rappers You don't wanna see me there Blindside 'em, blindside 'em Bitch I'll leave you readin' Brail You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away Got so many hook ups, I could pull the muthafuckin' train Reachin' for the bottles, baby, tell me what you want again I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party She just wanna get wasted, too wasted, so wasted, it's scary Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the EA Jimmy Hendrix Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm roarin' up that rhinoceros She's jockin' and it's obvious I land in your metropolis Don't know who the baby father is But I don't owe no apologies She just want a Harley I'm rollin' up the Marley I'm drunk as Paul McCartney I'm aided by the shawty I'm Gucci Mane, not pootie tang I put it down, don't pick it up Advice to you, don't pick on us Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns We came here with 5 of 'em I leave out with 9 of 'em That's 14 I keep around I want 'em 'til I get tired of 'em I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Cocaine on the table, wish the rappa got 'em choppin' logs Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin' pot Jackie Chan is rollin', rollin', Yelawolf is pourin', pourin' Slow motion got ho's in motion, I think it's the perfect time To put 'em in the mood, to put 'em in the car Take 'em to the house and what Take 'em to the room, take 'em to the mouth How we do it down south, what I'm always going, going Ghettovison is sewing Plowing, growing, growing Crop those things I'm a brewing Catfish Billy, on ya grilly Cook it up, make a mealy Gettin' stupid, gettin' silly Drinkin' beer, oh so chilly Fucked up But I'll tell you that I can't complain Yelawolf and Gucci Mane Keepin' yo bitch in a tame I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Prima, we just wanna party Ha, ha, ha Yela, Gucci, burr That's hard

Pa's just got a lot of things to do Like what? Doesn't matter, I don't want Pa to skin me alive like he's gonna do to you if he finds out Pa said not to bother him, and if he's not gonna be home, how can I bother him? It'd be better if you just forget about it Well I'm going to do it, and I'm gonna take Jack with me, 'cause Pa didn't say anything to him Way down this country road and I holler Where they make that moon shine still There's an old man on the porch on a shack And the shack is where he lives Round the town they call him Paul It's Paul from on the hill And every time Paul does slay a hog You can hear that hoggy squeal I'm from the valley of the bible belt That motherfuckin' preacher's daughter's son Where they can't find no woman, no man, no cousin, no friend without a gun Alabama that is my home Fucking trailer park has got my heart Off in the hood, I make home when I play in the woods after dark You won't find me sober much Always got a bottle of Jacky O I take my sips, I talk my shit And I fight anybody that wants to go Tall and slim, walk with a limp 'Cause my nuts are oversized Fuck your dope and your alcohol Because your shit is overpriced Hit the bootleg for twenty-four before I'm 21 (mathematics) Going to jail 'cause I'm drunk at Piggly-Wiggly (dagnabbit) 'Cause I be here and I do my time 'Cause I can't make bail on minimum wage Nothing to do in the country but get Drunk and watch that pendulum sway Back in the saddle again Throw my middle finger up to the law I ain't gotta rob nobody tonight But I might do it just because I am a nut, I get bored Did some pills but I want more Fuck this world, fuck this town If I fuck you once I fuck you sore Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit goddamn Pussy cunt bitch suck a cock If you want some of this rock'n'roll Take this pipe, suck this rock Just a flock, super-hot Clean 'em up, grab a mop Catfish on my shit, fuck with me you gonna get dropped Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy You don't want it with me motherfucker I promise I put you with the piranhas inside of a shallow swamp And then make you follow a boat full of drinking water And sing to you lullabies While I sip on nas under umbrellas Got a propeller sharp enough to eat through a two footed Root of a tree, if it's onto me then it's cool like it's moving So why do you think I fucking hate it Or lay a log in front of my boat and put a stop to what I do buddy whatever When I get up in the morning I think about When it's all over they can put my body up in the river With everything I did for the culture Inside of a book and light a candle for my mama who got sick on the fucking fame Immediately media will follow me to the end of the river While the people around my body deliver rhythms and syllables, relevant to my scripture I'm a sick son of a bitch, do you get the picture? My fucking name is Catfish, really though Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy

Trunk Muzik Trunk Muzik Straight from the back of the game I rock it Yelawolf's got that crack, boy In the woods with the SK I'm cockin' You don't want to play with that toy Droppin' this heat like an asteroid Good in the south like pastor troy Pull up aside of a 1977 Sittin' back and sippin' my cronic 7 pimpin' And I'm about to get down Look at me changin' lanes Twin pipes lookin' like dragon's breath Chevrolet's throwin' flames Yes I know it's strange Hit you with a left, I pull the chains Bitch, you too heavy to carry You don't wanna bury yourself Underneath that 808 I'll drop it in your face like DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk Muzik Everybody hop in the Cadillac And now I'm back on the throtal of Chevrolets With the bottom won't you roll the widow down If you cruisin', I got that Trunk Muzik Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the 808 come up, fade away Ain't no better way to get down I told you I was coming Said I'd be here in 5 And even though I brought you glasses You still can't believe your eyes But if you don't believe it by now Fuck it, just lean to the side Hold up, wait a minute, I don't really Wanna leave without a single solitary So when needed for I'll bring it to 'em If you're sailin' catch my drift Lead me to the door, check my list Meet me at the floor, catch this fist Or meet me at the store catch this lick Feel this house flip this brick Real skateboarders feel this grip Moving threw the alley way Look at the people tripping 'Cause I'm only chopping like To the DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk Muzik Everybody hop in the Cadillac And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down If you cruisin', I got that Trunk Muzik Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the 808 come up, fade away Ain't no better way to get down I have to be the hardest, I have diamond nuts I piss excellence Ricky Bobby lines 'em up Catfish Billy half pines 'em up Yellow wolf country fries 'em up Pull 'em in duffle bag Then I roll up in a river then I hold up Watch what the fuck you hold up Dynamite sticks will blow up Ghetto vision got this sold up Roll up, smoke up Everybody wish'n they choose us But we don't give a fuck you know us I know you didn't see me coming But I'm coming anyway Bitch yellow wolf is style'n on DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk Muzik Everybody hop in the Cadillac And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down If you cruisin', I got that Trunk Muzik Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the 808 come up, fade away Ain't no better way to get down Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the 808 come up, fade away Ain't no better way to get down

I'll have it as soon as I earn the money to buy it That's a long time away Daddy, you gonna tell her what Ma said? I've been that boy since I was smoking banana peels Back in Alabama with the ball-pen Hammer knocking hubcaps off the wheels Stealing bowties off the grills Mama said, "No carbonated soda 'fore you go to bed" But I never listened to her A two-liter bong with a tinfoil bowl Full of cheap hydro is illegal, I'm sure But I learned from watching the neighbors Yeah, watching the neighbors Got me in Jordache jeans Feeling real hot, hanging from my pocket, a pager Yeah, buddy boy, I'm clean Cubic zirconium rocks in my earrings Give me that stone and a mobile phone And I carry that gem like me and Irene I'm getting totally stoked Sipping Creek Water with me and my folks I'm getting totally throwed My flock is waddling around Can't keep my ducks in a row And I can't keep up with this bullshit they calling dope But I'm married to her I can't leave this bitch neither Rock and roll pussy, I cannot turn down Even though she's a liar, a thief, and a cheater, I need her That long hair ain't gonna cover up that red neck, boy Catfish Billy That motherfucker Billy in the house Billy and I'm really in the house Really like I'm really on the couch Chopping up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy There'll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain't never been a doubt, just bounce I'm Catfish Billy That motherfucker Billy in the house Billy and I'm really in the house Really like I'm really on the couch Chopping up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy There'll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain't never been a doubt, just bounce Still got the bottom beating like gorillas Checking my trunk like a killer You ain't fucking with Slumerican, stop, uh Bitch, go to sleep, grab a pillow Go to sleep with your stinking ass I ain't got time, I ain't taking trash Out to the bin, take you out with my pen And then I take a bottle and break the glass (Ooh) I done built me a fortress And I didn't have to beg, plead, or force it Got enough forces to sit on my porch and not move And still be in orbit An ancient alien, homo sapien Me and rap is like bee to orca Turn water to wine, one dollar a time Drink it up, it's fine, there's no need to cork it Gorgeous, mmh, give me those 'Cause I remember me and mama popping penny rolls And if you wasn't with me when the shit hit the fan Then you cannot get a penny, you ain't getting any, bro Gotta pay the taxes when the wood is out And the kerosene can is filled up to the brim Don't look at him, go get the matches Lace up and then take a hike I'm making shit that is major like I'm pulling up on them big wheels You couldn't pedal a baby bike I do not hang at the same club in the same town every damn night I am not making hip-hop for the hip-hop award show or the 'Gram likes 'Cause I'm... Catfish Billy That motherfucker Billy in the house Billy and I'm really in the house Really like I'm really on the couch Chopping up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy There'll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain't never been a doubt, just bounce I'm Catfish Billy That motherfucker Billy in the house Billy and I'm really in the house Really like I'm really on the couch Chopping up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy There'll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain't never been a doubt, just bounce