Biografía:
Michael Wayne Atha es un cantante del género hip-hop. Desde 2015 combina el género rap con el country, el folk y el rock. Es conocido por su carrera en el rap, que empezó grabando pequeños mixtapes mientras tenía una lesión, debido a que es skater profesional.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro] x4
G F
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
D Gm
I'm a million lightyears away from the dark
A thousand miles and running
Gm
Country boy can survive
I'm alive, a loaded gunnin'
Gm
Backseat full of crooks
Cm
Pen and paper, this one's for the books
Gm
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, send it
To the corner in a Travis Caddy
Gm
Everybody in this motherfucker jumpin', footprints on the wall
Gimme the losers, the ones who don't fit in
Gm
And with this shit we're gonna have a ball
Eb
Swing around the mosh pit Dosie Doe
Cm
Catfish Billy and a Dobro
Gm
I'm Psycho White—oh no
I'm a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile
Eb
Comin' out for the kill
I don't gamble
I don't deal with these whose whose in this mass appeal
Gm
I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a semi-truck
Then get drunk and run amuck
With every single one of my misfits
Bitch, that's how we're showin' up
Eb
With them lowriders on the west side
Lift kits from the south
Jump in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house
Gm
I'm on my new shit, still ready and ruthless
A public nuisance
Gm
But I feel right at home
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Cm Eb
Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up
Gm
Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up
Cm Eb
Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up
Gm
I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck
Cm Eb
But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up
Gm
Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up
Gm
They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up
D
But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
D
I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
C
Still bumpin' Three 6 all day, Hank Williams all day
Gm
So promenade when the lights in the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and break with that bottom bass
Gm
Make you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo your face
Gm
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it takes
Eb
Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock
Cm
With a cop I'm a nervous wreck
Gm
I never could keep a job 'cause I rob and I take
And I leave you with nothing left
Eb
But mama tried
Eb
Mama tried to harvest early and the pot died
If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied
Gm
Leave these haters with a cane to walk
Take these lames with a grain of salt
Gm
All I wanna do is take aim, assault, tell my story
Eb
Paint the wall from Alabama to Atlanta
From Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic view
To center who my friends, the men around me was
Gm
The culture is that slum, and I'm not alone
I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm feelin' right at home
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Cm Eb
Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up
Gm
Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up
Cm Eb
Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up
Gm
I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck
Cm Eb
But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up
Gm
Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up
Gm
They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up
D
But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
D A
I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Eb
And the whole world is yours
This I know, because Nas told me so
Damn right, so give me that bag of money real quick
Gm
Let's go, I've got it cranked, it's parked out front
Gm
I'm a wanted man and I'm on the run
Eb
And I'm goin' back to Cali to the allies where they packin' rallies
With the skateboarders, punks and rowdies
And show 'em this country savvy
Gm Eb Cm
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feelin' right at home
G F
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
D Gm
I'm a million lightyears away from the dark
A thousand miles and running
Gm
Country boy can survive
I'm alive, a loaded gunnin'
Gm
Backseat full of crooks
Cm
Pen and paper, this one's for the books
Gm
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, send it
To the corner in a Travis Caddy
Gm
Everybody in this motherfucker jumpin', footprints on the wall
Gimme the losers, the ones who don't fit in
Gm
And with this shit we're gonna have a ball
Eb
Swing around the mosh pit Dosie Doe
Cm
Catfish Billy and a Dobro
Gm
I'm Psycho White—oh no
I'm a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile
Eb
Comin' out for the kill
I don't gamble
I don't deal with these whose whose in this mass appeal
Gm
I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a semi-truck
Then get drunk and run amuck
With every single one of my misfits
Bitch, that's how we're showin' up
Eb
With them lowriders on the west side
Lift kits from the south
Jump in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house
Gm
I'm on my new shit, still ready and ruthless
A public nuisance
Gm
But I feel right at home
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Cm Eb
Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up
Gm
Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up
Cm Eb
Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up
Gm
I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck
Cm Eb
But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up
Gm
Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up
Gm
They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up
D
But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
D
I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
C
Still bumpin' Three 6 all day, Hank Williams all day
Gm
So promenade when the lights in the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and break with that bottom bass
Gm
Make you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo your face
Gm
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it takes
Eb
Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock
Cm
With a cop I'm a nervous wreck
Gm
I never could keep a job 'cause I rob and I take
And I leave you with nothing left
Eb
But mama tried
Eb
Mama tried to harvest early and the pot died
If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied
Gm
Leave these haters with a cane to walk
Take these lames with a grain of salt
Gm
All I wanna do is take aim, assault, tell my story
Eb
Paint the wall from Alabama to Atlanta
From Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic view
To center who my friends, the men around me was
Gm
The culture is that slum, and I'm not alone
I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm feelin' right at home
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Cm Eb
Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up
Gm
Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up
Cm Eb
Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up
Gm
I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck
Cm Eb
But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up
Gm
Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up
Gm
They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up
D
But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
D A
I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Eb
And the whole world is yours
This I know, because Nas told me so
Damn right, so give me that bag of money real quick
Gm
Let's go, I've got it cranked, it's parked out front
Gm
I'm a wanted man and I'm on the run
Eb
And I'm goin' back to Cali to the allies where they packin' rallies
With the skateboarders, punks and rowdies
And show 'em this country savvy
Gm Eb Cm
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feelin' right at home
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