Yelawolf — Looking for Alien Love

[Intro] S'matterwitchu? S'matter [Verse 1] Gather ‘round people From my distant world Across Etowah County I reach Into your zone Excuse me for cuttin’ in line I am awful sorry for intruding on your space But I feel I am rather blessed in this issue Which you happen to be involved with Love is only relevant if you understand the target Any questions? [Hook] I’m on my own, I’m a single man Looking for a heart that I can understand I’m looking for my love [Verse 2] Well, love is a prism Two lights thrown, and um Receivin’ it’s hard to comprehend the human rhythms Ya know? Well I guess it’s kinda like our satellites One floats around until the signal reaches a receiver One floats around until the love reaches a believer Get it? [Hook] I never really found out how hard it might be Everybody before me couldn’t answer me So I’m still looking for my love [Break] It’s kinda like drawing sticks But if you gamble with this, don’t gamble counterfeit, come real [Hook-Continued] I’m on my own, I’m a single man Looking for a heart that I can understand I’m looking for my love I’m looking for my love Looking for my love [Verse 3] Catfish Billy, and I hail from the bottom I treat music like fat people treat shoes when they’re joggin’ Make souls bounce off the concrete Give people a new reason to believe in these poetic zombies I don’t support the dead unless they’re grateful “Soul food” is a metaphor, Yelar says, “Get you a plate full” A lot of rappers are servin’ birds They’re trippin’ I give you a CD, you eat free That’s a real whole chicken Don’t be so God damn easily impressed In ’93 you had to rap, what the fuck ever happened to that? They pick up the game, and can’t drop one the net KP said it was a pickup game, just be properly dressed (Ha) It’s like they heard the joke and took him serious though And a bunch of people pulled up hungry with a blinged out cereal bowl But ya can’t get Corn Flakes if your music is born fake So, Cheerio chap, here’s some Lucky Charms, good luck Fuck Now that there was unnecessary But when you’ve got words like these, then a word like “fuck” it just get’s buried Unlike them who meet fuck and go get married Have a bunch of fucking babies, before the fucking wedding The MC to be didn’t go to dress rehearsal Now you back in a pickup game, Fucc Boi, in a fucking commercial Now hold the catfish again I swam 8 miles on the bottom of Lake Michigan To reel me into the mainstream made ‘em nervous So I rolled to the motherfucking kick drums under the surface You’re sobbin’ under water ya’ll And I leak so much ink I leave Mead books waterlogged I know some want my art to pause ‘Cause I play with rap music like driftwood in an otter’s paw Now that’s some country shit to say bro Not as country as working construction and doing a show in the same clothes Yellow, they know, they know I’m on top of this kindergarten shit building fine art outta Play-Doh Tell me have you even in your long-legged life seen an alien catfish? Have you even been slapped by a one eyed one horned purple people eater? Well back the water like a beaver Then let it go like Noah Better learn to swim without floaties Better learn to live without quotas Got a carry-on bag from the outer limits Travelin’ a billion miles a minute Light speed on the mic I become a livin’ alien in the Alabama sun, sun...sun-shine [Outro] Come see me again Or… shall I come, see you I’ll come visit With my buddy, Scraggly Y'know, any ol' time Catfish Billy Lookin' for my love Can’t seem to find it My love for… Wack shit that is Can’t find no love for it Can’t find no love for it And I’m back at it again!