Left Handed
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Intro
Verse 1
DI'm a million lGmightyears away from the dark
A thousand miles and running
GmCountry boy can survive
I'm alive, a loaded gunnin'
GmBackseat full of crooks
CmPen and paper, this one's for the books
Pack it, wGmrap it, seal it, send it
To the corner in a Travis Caddy
GmEverybody in this motherfucker jumpin', footprints on the wall
Gimme the losers, the ones who don't fit in
GmAnd with this shit we're gonna have a ball
EbSwing around the mosh pit Dosie Doe
CmCatfish Billy and a Dobro
GmI'm Psycho White—oh no
I'm a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile
EbComin' out for the kill
I don't gamble
I don't deal with these whose whose in this mass appeal
I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a sGmemi-truck
Then get drunk and run amuck
With every single one of my misfits
Bitch, that's how we're showin' up
EbWith them lowriders on the west side
Lift kits from the south
Jump in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house
I'm on my Gmnew shit, still ready and ruthless
A public nuisance
But I feel right at Gmhome
Chorus
CmYeah, since they're sleepin' on me, leEbt me wake 'em up
GmGot the world in my palm, watch me shake it up
CmEverything I'm talkin' real, I ain't maEbke it up
GmI know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck
CmBut I ain't givin' up, EbI'd rather live it up
GmEverybody sound the same, you need to switch it up
GmThey still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up
DBut I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
DI don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck
Verse 2
Still bumpin' Three C6 all day, Hank Williams all day
So pGmromenade when the lights in the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and break with that bottom bass
Make you waGmnna tear the club up and go tattoo your face
GmCountry boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it takes
EbGot a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock
CmWith a cop I'm a nervous wreck
GmI never could keep a job 'cause I rob and I take
And I leave you with nothing left
EbBut mama tried
EbMama tried to harvest early and the pot died
If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied
GmLeave these haters with a cane to walk
Take these lames with a grain of salt
GmAll I wanna do is take aim, assault, tell my story
Paint the wall from AlaEbbama to Atlanta
From Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic view
To center who my friends, the men around me was
The culture is that sGmlum, and I'm not alone
I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm feelin' right at home
Chorus
CmYeah, since they're sleepin' on me, leEbt me wake 'em up
GmGot the world in my palm, watch me shake it up
CmEverything I'm talkin' real, I ain't maEbke it up
GmI know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck
CmBut I ain't givin' up, EbI'd rather live it up
GmEverybody sound the same, you need to switch it up
GmThey still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up
DBut I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
DI don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck A
Verse 3
And the whole world is yEbours
This I know, because Nas told me so
Damn right, so give me that bag of money real quick
Let's go, I've got it craGmnked, it's parked out front
I'm a wanted Gmman and I'm on the run
EbAnd 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
GmI, am, YEbelawolf, and I'm feelin' right at hCmome