[Verse 1]
She said storms never last
So I'm looking out the window like when's it gonna pa**
I need some cash, I did the math
It keeps ending in subtraction
Is it fate or just the laws of attraction
I'll never know..
Posi-Traction..
Fast-lane c**aine dealer
Tryna' ease the pain with these pain k**ers
I don't want my soul to be stained
To obtain my wealth
I couldn't learn from his mistakes
I had to make 'em myself
And I ain't never been scared
But reality is frightening
My 3 year old daughter's name
Came from my indictments
Like a VH1 story with a hard ending
sh** I'm serving a life sentence
An I still got a charge pending
Seems like everywhere I go now they watching
Hiding this pain in my eyes behind Versaces
I can't sleep I'm too busy chasing dreams
And the feds sent a posse down like I ain't never seen
[Hook: Waylon]
Don't you think this outlaw sh**
Has gotten out of hand
What started out to be a joke
The law don't understand
[Verse 2]
I've always been crazy
But it helped me from going insane
I grew up thinking it's part of the game
Them outlaws always taught me
Bad guys were the feds
Don't get high on your supply
Your brain will look like eggs
In a sk**et
Yeah can you feel it
Forget it
80's baby, crack era
That's how I'm 'a get it
Fresh up out of jail
New plan, new man
But I can't seem to change who I am
I'm a hustler
I been runnin' for so long from them boys
I can't go to sleep without the noise
Television's on, .40 by my head
Layin' on the couch while my shorty's in the bed
If I stay awake till 5 I'll probably sell another ounce
Shoes tied tight just in case I gotta bounce
Hear they tires hit the gravel
How they know I'm back at it?
Little girl looking "daddy why you in the attic?"
I'm hiding...
[Hook: Waylon]
Don't you think this outlaw sh**
Has gotten out of hand
What started out to be a joke
The law don't understand
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
But it's a beautiful view
When you're lookin' down
From this high
Over snow capped mountains
Crimson dyed
Don't give my momma black roses
I got a gun but I'm not strong enough to hold it
Crimson dyed
A broken record for a token
Pay a silver dollar for another crime story
But when you're lookin' down
From this high
And I just made it to the clouds
And it'll be a while before I hit the ground
And taking freedom from me now
Would be like taking water from the Nile
Cause the river still flows
From a story that a dam couldn't hold
[Hook: Waylon]
Don't you think this outlaw sh**
Has gotten out of hand
What started out to be a joke
The law don't understand