Renegades Songtext
von Yelawolf

Sometimes I feel like a loaded gun
Sometimes I feel like I′m one in a chamber
Ready took his shot gun, it shot out
Just one in a chamber
Ready, like a loaded gun

I got blue wheels on a Harley blazin' a trail in the sun rays
Me and this lady, man, it′s like church on a Sunday
I'm up from my rocker but rock and roll is my papa
Raised me up on this gasoline, Billy Jean was my mama
Broken hearts turned to spoken art, my blood is like lava
Hard as a rock when I'm cold, yet I can flow just like water
Grew up with people that′s lethal, grew up with hustling daughters
Mothers and fathers alike, like it or not when you saw us
Live my life like a rebel, the devil′s hot on my tracks
But I won't run from my demons, no, I embrace them in fact
So remember my spirit, when that Slumerican flag waves
From entrepreneurs to losers, users and runaways


Ready, like a loaded gun
Sometimes I feel ready like a loaded gun
For entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades
For factory workers, servers and hustlers all the same
Single mothers and others, nobodies, prisoners, no-names
For entrepreneurs, losers to users and runaways

Alcohol in my system to face the system of living
Marijuana rolled up, money on tables for women
For the strippers and divas
For those who didn′t believe us
We went from single wide homes to homes with twenty foot ceilings
You may say you hate money, money isn't the issue with you
And all of your bullshit, you bullshit me and I miss you
Save your tears for your love, smile when love ain′t around
I'm in the booth for my family, yes I′m holding you down
Keep pressing play every day
And if they hate, let them hate
Believe in you and that's all you can do, so fuck what they say
And remember my spirit when that Slumerican flag waves
From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades


Ready, like a loaded gun
Sometimes I feel ready like a loaded gun
For entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades
For factory workers, servers and hustlers all the same
Single mothers and others, nobodies, prisoners, no-names
For entrepreneurs, losers to users and runaways

Sometimes I feel like a loaded gun
Sometimes I feel like I'm one in a chamber
Ready took his shot gun, it shot out
Just one in a chamber
Ready, like a loaded gun