Lightning - Yelawolf

Man look at this shit

I know, right?

It’s crazy

I wish the storm would just blow this motherfucker away

Why you say that?

Serious, man, I hate this fuckin' town

You know Bobby needs you at the job, right?

Man, fuck him

Fuck Bobby?

I thought you liked Bobby

I’m gettin' the fuck out of here, man

Okay

Watch

Yeah, Tommy just got out of jail (Got out of jail? Got out of jail)

Two months he couldn’t make bail (Couldn't make bail? Couldn’t make bail)

Here we sit, whiskey bent, freestylin' over cricket chirps

He would spit, then I went, loaded gun, death we flirt

Leave it up to the Baptist church, me and him are scum of the Earth

Feelin' like two millionaires with a hundred dollar net worth

Topic of discussion is that they know nothin'

They didn’t find the other twenty pounds hid in the oven

What happened to me and you?

We used to go to Sunday School

And we worked Monday 'til Friday, and sometimes Sunday, too

Five-hundred dollar check and that’s no disrespect

But I’m a talent, God damn it, you watch, I’m tellin' you

We had it all mapped out, hip-hop 'til we crashed out

I drank 'til I couldn’t walk straight, on the front porch where we passed out

Nothin' but trouble, dealin' with troubles over our sorrow

And the clouds followed, we was just like

Just like lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Just like gunshots in the hollow

Echoin' all night through

This is how we shed our problems

Under the southern moon

Just like lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue (Yeah)

It’s three o’clock in the morning, I got two packs of Parliament Lights and

A dime bag of that 'Bama brick, I just lay in the dark of the night on

The bed of my buddy’s truck who got it from his papa back when

He died in a fire rescue and I never asked what happened

We listened to Charlie Daniels, Too $hort and Bob Seger

Sing along to «Night Moves», sippin' on gas station margaritas

Gotta get a good buzz out here, man, nothin' else to do but get high

Put bullet holes in beer cans and talk about how we gonna get by

Some say that dreaming’s useless, full of pride and selfishness

Escapin' that mental prison’s like climbin' the electric fence

And that’s a risk, but a risk I’ll take to better with

'Cause through Hell I’ve been, so success would be just self-defense

I took another swallow, can’t share my dream with everybody

And besides, to the factory, I clock in tomorrow

And to my room, I wobble, but the vision I follow

A storm was brewin', we was just like

Just like lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Just like gunshots in the hollow

Echoin' all night through

This is how we shed our problems

Under the southern moon

Just like lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Just like lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Just like gunshots in the hollow

Echoin' all night through

This is how we shed our problems

Under the southern moon

Just like lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue