Unlive (with Yelawolf)
Mama was a pill poppin', pretty little number
Tendin' bar at the Quality Inn
Every single day, she was uppin' the stakes
To a game that nobody could win
Her kids would stay the night with the neighbors
Mama wouldn't be home until later
We heard she was turnin' tricks for paper
That was just another Tuesday night in those trailers
White trash roots runnin' deeper
Outta sleeping pills turned to needles
The things I've done to numb these feelings
Is something that you can't outrun
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
You can't unlive where you're from
I know women who still love by the hour
I've seen men fall in love with the powder
I ain't kiddin' y'all
I've seen fentanyl sneak in the deep end and sink in and then you die
I learned early that that's life
I seen dreams turn to ashe at the end of a glass pipe
White trash roots runnin' deeper
Outta sleeping pills turned to needles
The things I've done to numb these feelings
Is something that you can't outrun
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You can't unlive where you're from
You can't unlive it, baby, but you can face it
Can't unlive where you're from
Embrace it all and make the best of it
So let's go
Wakin' up and seein' another overdose that left me down and broke
I had to hit the bottle, had an alcoholic uncle addicted to crack
I look back and I had to hit the bottle
When mama got back on that powder
I could see in her eyes she was hollow
Baby girl was just doin' the best she knew how to do
Raisin' a son with no father
Goin' deeper, I won't even bother
Take your medicine, hold it and swallow
But I can't sit and rot like this cinder blocks
Underneath this old broken Impala
In the front yard, out there with the dogs
Pushin' up the weight but wasn't the weight bench
When Jelly was pickin' up calls
Back in Anti-, I kept takin' the major risk
I was in Alabama at the trailer park, bangin' my head on the wall
Before I could buy my little girl a doll
Before Eminem ever gave me a call
I had that feelin' that you have
But I hit that roof and a light flashed
Look around, sit down and write that
And Yelawolf took off on white trash
White trash (love) roots running deeper
Outta sleeping pills turned to needles (I love y'all)
The things I've done to numb these feelings (let's go Jelly)
Is something that you can't outrun
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You can't unlive where you're from
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You can't unlive where you're from
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Tendin' bar at the Quality Inn
Every single day, she was uppin' the stakes
To a game that nobody could win
Her kids would stay the night with the neighbors
Mama wouldn't be home until later
We heard she was turnin' tricks for paper
That was just another Tuesday night in those trailers
White trash roots runnin' deeper
Outta sleeping pills turned to needles
The things I've done to numb these feelings
Is something that you can't outrun
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
You can't unlive where you're from
I know women who still love by the hour
I've seen men fall in love with the powder
I ain't kiddin' y'all
I've seen fentanyl sneak in the deep end and sink in and then you die
I learned early that that's life
I seen dreams turn to ashe at the end of a glass pipe
White trash roots runnin' deeper
Outta sleeping pills turned to needles
The things I've done to numb these feelings
Is something that you can't outrun
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You can't unlive where you're from
You can't unlive it, baby, but you can face it
Can't unlive where you're from
Embrace it all and make the best of it
So let's go
Wakin' up and seein' another overdose that left me down and broke
I had to hit the bottle, had an alcoholic uncle addicted to crack
I look back and I had to hit the bottle
When mama got back on that powder
I could see in her eyes she was hollow
Baby girl was just doin' the best she knew how to do
Raisin' a son with no father
Goin' deeper, I won't even bother
Take your medicine, hold it and swallow
But I can't sit and rot like this cinder blocks
Underneath this old broken Impala
In the front yard, out there with the dogs
Pushin' up the weight but wasn't the weight bench
When Jelly was pickin' up calls
Back in Anti-, I kept takin' the major risk
I was in Alabama at the trailer park, bangin' my head on the wall
Before I could buy my little girl a doll
Before Eminem ever gave me a call
I had that feelin' that you have
But I hit that roof and a light flashed
Look around, sit down and write that
And Yelawolf took off on white trash
White trash (love) roots running deeper
Outta sleeping pills turned to needles (I love y'all)
The things I've done to numb these feelings (let's go Jelly)
Is something that you can't outrun
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You can't unlive where you're from
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You can't unlive where you're from
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Marcus Baylis, Jason Deford, Michael Wayne Atha, Ashley Dyan Mcbryde, Zach Crowell
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