Artist: Yelawolf Album: Love Story Song: Sky's the Limit Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro/Chorus: Yelawolf] They said the sky is the limit Well I guess it all depends on you And your views In this American dream Don't tell me that the sky is the limit Cause it ain't about what you could do It's a who knows who In this American dream [Yelawolf] Yeah one-two one-two One-two one-two... Okay you got criminals everywhere, right? Criminals smugglin dope across borders to feed America's high appetite Ki's, pounds, ounces, grams Whatever the weight of substance is gettin sold, cause drugs got a price Home hydroponics, LSD chemist Spoon cookin heroine, junkies fill up methadone clinics Get caught for crack and catch a long sentence You ask me how I feel about that, maybe you got the wrong witness I heard Jay Z's cool with Obama Obama must be cool with me then I guess if I'm packin up this Honda Shit, I highly doubt it but fuck it, it's worth a shout out At least that's what I tell the judge before I gracefully bowed out Meanwhile I'm gettin taken to the county for receive There's a news flash on the holdin cell TV Boston bombed by a terrorist at a marathon 8 year old killed and the killer's still free Shit is hard to believe [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Yelawolf] I ain't no politically savvy citizen I'm just an average man who writes poetry about witnessin fuckery, and these police who always fuck with me Done my fair share of dirt, my boy trusted me But I picked music over hustlin, and I made it out luckily Could've been on corners droppin quarters from a bucket seat My cousins preach about the Lord, but all I see is crime (crime) If the Vatican has got the book then what the fuck is mine? (mine) Just a line with a hook (hook) You might as well be a rapper cause you signed and get booked (booked) All the same to a suit, black or white, you still a crook (crook) If you ain't a Justin +Leave It to Bieber+ with that look (look) Then just drop the egg in the skillet, let it cook (cook) Who y'all bein took (took) No I'm not a crook son but this +One+ ain't +Shook+ (shook) But I'm rollin +Mobb Deep+, my dream's on a Harley Davidson Pigs, I hardly wave at them; yeah I said hardly If I'm rude, then pardon me - but remember [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Yelawolf] My grandparents retired from 9-to-5's Then paid for my hospital bills when momma was doin lines I wasn't raised up like the model American But I love what it made me, life is all about where and whens Whos and hows, that ultimately create my heritage My great granddaddy Otis would sit down in his chair and then Smoke a cigarette while he sipped on Muscadine moonshine homemade And reminisce about the old days He died of cancer when I was 5 I wasn't allowed to go see him in his casket cause I would've cried I got so much value off life in such a short time Memories stick to my heart and today they still apply They used to share crops when they were poor He worked his ass off at the mill, and then he opened up a store Both of my granddaddies fought a war So I can say what I'm sayin in this record for you and yours For you and yours, but true [Chorus] w/ ad libs