Lyrics Yelawolf – Gone

Yeller… Wolf, Catfish Billy
It goes…

Well I went out with a buddy or two and it was o-o-o-o-o-on
And we got to the bar ’bout a quarter to 2

Ho! Ho!
Haha, no, not you my lady, I’m illegally parked I know
Pardon my French and my Mercedes
But I have no excuse for this flea market shirt I’m wearin’
My Motley Crew is beastly and we enjoy the starin’
I’m unemployed and darin’
How dare I be so cool when it’s so hot in Alabama
Sometimes we get snow too
And I’m as rare as a white Christmas in Miami, really
The temperatures droppin’ don’t stop, bitch
The ocean’s getting’ chilly

But I’m drivin’ (I’m drivin’, I’m drivin’)
My people (My people)
To party (To party)
Party (Yeah)
Some drinkin’ (Some drinkin’)
Get rowdy (Get rowdy)
P-P-P-P-P-Party

Well I went out with a buddy or two and it was o-o-o-o-o-on

Ho! Ho!
Yes, I jumped off the boat
And I’m sinkin’ in my chair ’cause my beer bottle does not float
Help me now (Now)
Please enjoy the show
I done come up so fast that I’m afraid of heights, I gotta go
Help me down
Or I’ll just learn to balance
Somewhere between commercial dreams and music that is valid (Yeah)
My babies need to eat so I create a simple sound
The Fiasco threw me for a Lup-é, I dumbed it down, Slick
Ricky Bobby

And I’m drivin’ (I’m drivin’)
My people (My people)
To party (To party)
Party (Yeah)
Some drinkin’ (Some drinkin’)
Get rowdy (Get rowdy)
P-P-P-P-P-Party

Well I went out with a buddy or two and it was o-o-o-o-o-on
And we got to the bar ’bout a quarter to 2
When it was o-o-o-o-o-on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got go-o-o-o-o-on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got go-o-o-o-o-on

Yeah, my people are ridin’ in trucks and wheels oversized
In such a world I reside, and you’ll let one go if your pride
And enough to give you a bottle, been throwin’ troubles around
I got them car keys in hand, I know what the fuck’s goin’ down
Some of these people come sick, so pop their trunk for a gaze
They wanna do bodily harm, they wanna live for the day
We just came to get stupid, so gimmie that bottle of Crown
I take my girl to my Caprice and get the fuck outta town
C’mon girl

And I’m drivin’ (I’m drivin’)
My people (My people)
To party (To party)
Party (Yeah)
Some drinkin’ (Some drinkin’)
Get rowdy (Get rowdy)
P-P-P-P-P-Party

Well I went out with a buddy or two and it was o-o-o-o-o-on
And we got to the bar ’bout a quarter to 2
When it was o-o-o-o-o-on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got go-o-o-o-o-on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got go-o-o-o-o-on