text: You Don’t Know Lyrics
  For fucks sake, yeah
  Yelawolf, Melody Man
  Living the life of a student, yeah, I begin on a high
  Losing my mind and they say that I’ve been winning for time
  Never been to a gun fight and never needed a knife
  But then I make the cut whenever delivering lines
  Sit on the side with a rhyme pad with a ten in my sights
  Sipping a lemon and lime Corona only with my best friends
  Cause Ive hidden my pride, giving the time
  To write rhymes but I find truth at a quarter to five
  Hey!
  It’s kinda like I took a train to the left side of my brain, oh, mayne
  Puddles of mud, under my love, you know I’m stepping in my own lane
  All of these speakers sitting behind me
  But what psychology, psychologically insane
  Pardon me while I get down, down, down
  Making you get up and say...
  If you don’t know
  If you don’t know by now, you better tell him ’bout it
  What you gonna tell him ’bout? Yeah
  Yeah
  Ten toes to the dirt, pencil to the paper
  God has a favor for your thirst
  Drink, drink a pint bye-bye
  To this bullshit praise Allah
  To the wheels, I’m a ridah, steel ring, no Prada
  Only thrift clothes and my ada-di-das
  I’m a fetus in my room, say na na
  Daddy’s home, on the mic, hey papa
  Back with a bang yo, straight loop pedal, no band though
  But every single one of my fans know
  That every damn show I’m taking their ears on a journey
  Like I’m flying overseas with Van Gogh
  Livin’ so sweet without Gretel and Hansel
  Critics hate the lyrics cause they think I’ve been tangoed
  Find me wearing old clothes, rocking a Kangol
  I’m riding round with Yelawolf in your daddy’s Lambo
  Hello me, how ya been?
  You got a mullet again like when you was 10
  You’re probably sipping sweet tea still, huh?
  And your piggy bank is full of change
  That what you used to steal from
  You been playing fools like a steel drum
  Pulling out early, and they still come
  Eating from the game when you know the meal’s done
  Yelawolf is gettin back at these pilgrims
  Hold up baby, sit still, son, woah
  This old rock, the hills been rolled
  Still shocking when I see em go
  Bananas, when they handle this animalistic flow
  If you don’t know
  If you don’t know by now, you better tell him ’bout it
  What you gonna tell him ’bout? Yeah
  Yeah
  I’m not the average half-a-wit after this hour gets out of this
  60 seconds, I’m goin any direction and
  Chasing this Jack with a shot of Budweiser and water
  Is probably the better idea, yeah, you move when the direction in
  Fact, its a part of me to be the looser of cannons
  Blow on this fucking mic like a wind til college start again
  Hooligans, hooligans rule again but really who’s a friend?
  Jump in this lake of fire, jump right back in the pool again
  Knew Id be new again, a student of you my friend
  Marshall Mathers, I’m tossing rappers up at my crew of 10
  Minus 4, minus war, you don’t want it
  Shady Records, I’m already better, fuck it, doggonnit
  Dog don’t gotta lead, dog’s already home, Jack
  Dogg I’m a beast, I’m a wolf, bring your dogs back 
  A melody-man and a melancholy mellow-yellow can
  Shhhh, tell em how we gonna sell em man
  Been working hard all week
  So if you wonder if we earned it, well its not a probably
  So won’t you bring that back to me
  And holler when you hear it like all the screams of a Halloween
  I got blisters on my feet
  To walk at night with you, is not the shoes to be borrowing
  So won’t you bring that back to me
  Cause all the soul of my pen is only what all the sorrow brings
  If you don’t know
  You don’t know, if you don’t know, if you dont know 
  If you don’t know, if you don’t know, if you dont know 
  If you don’t know, if you don’t know, if you dont know 
  If you don’t know, if you don’t know, if you dont know 3Embed