[Flame] 🔥 Yelawolf - Son of a Gun Lyrics
[Verse 1]
 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 wondering
 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 , disaster in school
 My teachers knew I was trouble waiting
 And I did too, admittedly but I liked 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
[Hook]
 ‘Cause I’m the lighting to your storm
 The bloodstain 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
[Verse 2]
 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 raisin’, the neighborhood was the place and I made it home with the vagrants
 Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles
 Making nothing and breaking even, just do it for tickles
 Nashville’s under icicles, the Methadone’s penetratin’
 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
[Hook]
 ‘Cause I’m the lighting to your storm
 The bloodstain 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
[Verse 3]
 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 luck
 Livin’ a story usin’ my war as my shield
 The truth, examined and recreated
 The following’s 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 , and 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
 Keep the change cuz 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
[Hook]
 ‘Cause I’m the lighting to your storm
 The bloodstain 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
