Yelawolf - Till It’s Gone Lyrics





Till It’s Gone Lyrics by Yelawolf



[Verse 1]

I'm not the table you can come and lay your cup down on now

I’m not the shoulder for a bag, don't wanna carry your heavy load

I'm not the road that you think when you lookin' for a short cut

I ain't the steppin' stone, to be steppin' on, I ain't nobodys crutch

I ain t the money man, which your money man, you ain't lookin' at me

I'm not the cheap one, lookin' at me son, you ain't lookin' at free

I ain't the dish rag, to come clean up, all the shit that ya dish out

Ain't got no check for em, if you checkin' in

Mothafucka check this out



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Ain't much I can do but I do what I can

But I'm not a fool theres no need to pretend

Just because you got yourself in some shit

It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it

You handle your own when you become a man

And become a man when you handle your own

Ain't much I can do but I do what I can

But what can I do if I do till its gone

Till it's gone

Till it's gone

Till it's gone

But what can I do if I do till its gone



[Verse 2]

I'm not the the trash can, not the last man at the finish line now

I'm not the new kid, on the block

That you can just follow and push around

I'm not the fuckin' needle in the haystack, that you finally found

This ain't no free rent, come and pitch a tent, you ain't tying me down

I'm not a bus ride, you can hop inside, and just roll away clean

Like the wheel on the wagon you wanna break

Because I hold up the weight for the team

I'm not the gold watch, and the new truck

That your scheming to check out

Unless your looking to check out (shot shot shot)

What a mess now (c'mon)



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[Verse 3]

I jump to the sky for my people

I walk through the fire, I give love when it's equal

Don't tell me not to complain about my money and fame

When you come around and telling me I changed

Dam right I fucking changed

When there's fuckin' change in my pocket

Hit the bucket, it was a rocket all a sudden

I went from shoppin' without nuthin'

To goin' shoppin' for my cousins

Now that the cops know that I'm buzzin'

They wanna drop me in the oven

Pull me over just to say "I'm a fan"

Hip-hop, gotta love it, fuck it



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