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Artist: Yelawolf
Album:  Love Story
Song:   Johnny Cash
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The window's cracked on the Chevrolet
My cigarette's in the ashtray
The engine's off and the radio's, down
So nervous my whole body shakes
The parking lot's full of people and
They ready to see the preacher man
Time to open up for the main act
I guess that makes me a deacon
I promise that I won't let me down
And check myself in the mirror one time
Say my prayer and then I shake the ground
Light another smoke and step outside
Walk inside and take a look around
As I try to remember all of my lines
Guess it's time for me to face the crowd
And give the people my time, uhh

Johnny Cash...
Johnny Cash...
Johnny Cash...
Johnny Cash...
Johnny Cash

These people standin on front row
Tryna see through me like a window
I'm wearin my soul on my, sleeve
But they look at me through a pinhole
All I see is this opportunity
To see at least one of you in me
But I can't seem to win 'em over so
I swallow the humility
Fifteen minutes to hold 'em down
And I'm just wishin that it would fly by
It's like my whole world hits the ground
All I wanted to do is have a good time
Hold me under but I will not drown
All I really know how to do is survive
Next time that I come to your town
I'll be the fuckin headline, uhh


I'm not supposed to be this person I suppose
I'm not supposed to be this rapper pokin holes
at stereotypes or to write this juxtaposin flow to beats it chose
I hold the microphone and out me goes this songs and quotables
Call me nasty, say I stink, well hit the sink and hold your nose
Cause I'm about as convincible, as a bum in stolen clothes 
'til they go at those, I got dreams like fish got gills
I can't survive in this lake water without a deal
But I can build Noah's Ark without a power drill
Look at this crowd like it's a battlefield
Tell 'em my travels, my triumphs, my failures, my family loud and clear
Let 'em off, judge, I don't care how they feel
Fuck it what do I care? I'm my personal shrink
Throw my heart down on the ground, stomp it, use the blood for the ink
I'm used to purple and pink bruises, so thanks for the tools
It's just a brick from the mansion; another stitch in the pants
of a Johnny Cash