London Bridge (feat. Yelawolf)

There wasn't much left

Except for the last twenty sack

And the last twenty of my last cheque

I took a pill and went to sleep on the last step

Woke up and took it in with a half breath

Then a deep sigh, I struck a matchstick

I lit my cigarette

Feeling half dead, whisky on my mind

Then came the dead

Sherrif in the yard, here comes the rest

I sat like a ghost, they all passed by

My girl cried baby this'll be my last bye

Baby in her arms

She took a cab home

She told me I was only good for a sad song

A crooked smile I gave

Nonchalant about it

Maybe she'll come back

This time I doubt it

Act like I care, but I really don't

Wanted to change

But somehow I knew I really won't

See I'm the type of man, who can't stay out the bottle

If the Sun is out I'd rather be in the shadow

Sadness is like a wound that I can't heal

Maybe I'll love blood, I just let it spiel

And I never turned to church for a pray in hand

God's not going to land another saving hand

If the time came like it has time again

Then I would watch the clock and be late again

One gun and a harley in the driveway

One way out, dirt road, pathway

Put another dead butt in the ash tray

I stand up still drunk, half baked

Cover my eyes from the bright Sun blaring

And through the fence I can see this little boy staring

Paid him no attention

In fact I barely seen him

Until he walked away

And he started singing

London Bridge is falling down, falling down

And if it don't stop falling, then all of us will drown

Then we'll crash, crash, right down again

Oh, we'll crash, crash, right down again

I didn't see it coming

I didn't see the wall

And I went from running, to a slow crawl

I feel like I'm a child, but I'm afraid to cry

Would say I'm okay but I'm afraid to lie

I speak no evil, but hear no angels

A family is callin' but all I see is strangers

Take the bible from the hotel drawer

Hell froze over ice cold hell's door

Knock, knock

I'm on the salt road non stop

The exit I will pass 'cause the sign did rot

And the gust of a dry summer

Dirty water in the tap

I think I found my number in the sand

Right next to an empty can

Old number seven, Jack is back again

And the voice goes round and round

And I would take the bridge

But I can't forget the sound

London Bridge is falling down, falling down

And if it don't stop falling, then all of us will drown

Then we'll crash, crash, right down again

Oh, we'll crash, crash, right down again

I'll be coming up when the Sun goes down

Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground

Running from the law but I can't be found

Running from the law but I can't be found

Running from the law but I can't be found

And we'll crash crash right down again

Oh, we'll crash crash right down again

I'll be coming up when the Sun goes down

Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground

Running from the law but I can't be found

Only my God can track me now

Only my God can track me now

I'll be coming up when the Sun goes down