Daylight lyrics – Yelawolf

Lyrics Yelawolf – Daylight

Daylight, woaaahh daylight.
Daylight, is coming again.
Whiskey, woah whiskey.
Whiskey, my only friend.

Got me a bottle, lookin’ out at my El Dorado.
Smokin’ a barro, whip up an egg and avocado.
I’m on the porch like a slummy Ralph Lauren model.
Flannel shirt like a lumberjack choppin’ a log-o.
Pistol next to the ashtray, no bow and arrow.
Got blah blah though, knock the beef outcha top nacho.
I’m livin’ life like there is a tomorrow.
I’m slow motion, I’m slow cookin’.
The crock pot holds potatoes.
I smell the storm comin’, I like watching a sorrow.
I like watching that muddy water fillin’ up the potholes.
I like hearing the woods cry, moan, whisper and sing songs.
So I can think long; an aficionado.
Raindrops on the string hit: a pizzicato.
I’m free-fallin’, the airplane pilot’s on idle.
Freezer lookin’ like I hit the lotto.
And I got beer colder than a Colorado hollow.
Do you follow?

And just like the howlin’ wolf.
A couple sips down and it’s nothin’ but blues.
Alcohol and rain, now that’s what grown men do.
You keep it one hundred, I keep a hundred proof.
Cause when the raindrops fallin’ on that old tin roof.
I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues.
To get down, to get down I get loaded down.
To get down I get loaded.
Call me what you want but don’t call past two.
Unless you got some liquor to contribute.
To get down, to get down I get loaded down.
To get down I get loaded.
When the raindrops fallin’ on that old tin roof.
I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues.
To get down, to get down I get loaded down.
To get down I get loaded.
Call me what you want but don’t call past two.
Unless you got some liquor to contribute.
To get down, to get down I get loaded down.
To get down I get loaded.

Drinkin’ ’til I’m heavily faded.
All the sudden the suds I’m sippin’ got me feelin’ edumacated.
I complicate the uncomplicated.
My drinkin’ partners are the greatest.
Me and my buddy, Jack Davis.
Daniels, whatever, we Jimmy Beamin’, if we get lucky, maybe.
We get a visit from the baby King 13 and go fuckin’ crazy.
Ten racks for a crystal chandelier full of liquid swazy.
Now Patsy Cline got me walkin’ after midnight.
I’m tippin’ the neck, gotta make sure to keep the lid tight.
Was sittin’ up with attention and now I just sit like.
Slump down in my chair like a pimp, pondering this life.
I’m the great grandson of Otis Williams.
Part of me’s Cherokee, the other part is a pilgrim.
So me and firewater’s like splittin’ me up the middle.
One’s tryin’ to love him, the other one’s tryin’ to kill a man.

And just like the howlin’ wolf.
A couple sips down and it’s nothin’ but blues.
Alcohol and rain, now that’s what grown men do.
You keep it one hundred, I keep a hundred proof.
Cause when the raindrops fallin’ on that old tin roof.
I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues.
To get down, to get down I get loaded down.
To get down I get loaded.
Call me what you want but don’t call past two.
Unless you got some liquor to contribute.
To get down, to get down I get loaded down.
To get down I get loaded.
When the raindrops fallin’ on that old tin roof.
I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues.
To get down, to get down I get loaded down.
To get down I get loaded.
Call me what you want but don’t call past two.
Unless you got some liquor to contribute.
To get down, to get down I get loaded down.
To get down I get loaded.

Daylight, woah daylight.
Daylight, is coming again.
Whiskey, woah whiskey.
Whiskey, my only frienddd.
Yelawolf
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