作词 : Michael Atha/William Harness 作曲 : Michael Atha/William Harness Check, check, check, check Let's go Klever This is Bones Owens to my right, right here To my left DJ Klever My name is Yelawolf This is Trial By Fire Uh Back in 1979 it was a cold day in December Mamma peeled the paint off the wall screamed Babie's on the way They rushed her to the hospital in that old Chevy truck Running 90 miles an hour down them back roads Blowing past the sheriff Hid in the woods, smoke bellowing off the engine Running hot, must have been a sign They rushed her to the emergency room Barely made it to the bed A few minutes later I was screaming for my first breath A little devil the doctor said He's got that look in his eye, ya know? Reminds me of mischief Yeah this ones gonna be trouble I can tell it And then the lights went Then mamma said doctor somethings burning, I can smell it And it was trial by fire I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down You better watch your step When I come around Damn right, uh You could hear lightning for miles around And oak trees hitting the ground The wind tore holes on that old Dixie flag On the capitol steps Change is coming, my great grand mamma said Quietly clutching her bible Sitting in a rocking chair, smoking a cigarette And the wood creaked beneath the porch And the old dog moaned and cried As the sirens passing by And Mr. Williams brought a mean batch of That moon***ne to the wake You know one comes and one goes as they say And they laid a flower on the grave Buried on December 29th for robbing a bank And killed by the police See you in the next life old friend Little did he know, his old friend was back again As the son of Sheila Diane And it was trial by fire I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down You better watch your step When I come around You know how the story goes, come on See me, I'm a curious soul A stray bullet to some a chatter And whisper at night And the head of a following storm A rebel at heart, a devilish grin A leader of men, a preacher at ten I was already in to spiritual sin Back in the saddle again 12s in the back of the trunk, making it rattle again Giving them nothing but punk Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the baby is haunted **** a church, I'm a confession Professional, public annointed Came from the wrong side of the tracks Bring me them crackers outta the back Keeping these gutter dogs raised With these alley way cats Seen what these others can't see My poetry is a reflection of backpack up from the bottom And climbing that ******* tree But I brought a chainsaw I come to build a house up out of it, chopping Limbs off this culture And putting soliders up inside of it Limbs, brick, mortar, board up the windows For the tornado I'm a fatal blow to these honorable foes Bag up the hot potato And it was trial by fire I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down You better watch your step When I come around
[00:00.000] 作词 : Michael Atha/William Harness [00:01.000] 作曲 : Michael Atha/William Harness [01:14.33]Check, check, check, check [01:18.39]Let's go Klever [01:26.76]This is Bones Owens to my right, right here [01:29.22]To my left DJ Klever [01:33.17]My name is Yelawolf [01:36.69]This is Trial By Fire [01:42.11]Uh [01:43.86]Back in 1979 it was a cold day in December [01:47.83]Mamma peeled the paint off the wall screamed [01:50.73]Babie's on the way [01:52.42]They rushed her to the hospital in that old Chevy truck [01:55.56]Running 90 miles an hour down them back roads [01:58.61]Blowing past the sheriff [02:00.24]Hid in the woods, smoke bellowing off the engine [02:03.20]Running hot, must have been a sign [02:05.18]They rushed her to the emergency room [02:07.27]Barely made it to the bed [02:08.95]A few minutes later I was screaming for my first breath [02:11.93]A little devil the doctor said [02:13.92]He's got that look in his eye, ya know? [02:16.57]Reminds me of mischief [02:18.28]Yeah this ones gonna be trouble I can tell it [02:20.54]And then the lights went [02:21.80]Then mamma said doctor somethings burning, I can smell it [02:25.36]And it was trial by fire [02:28.14]I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down [02:32.32]You better watch your step [02:34.83]When I come around [02:38.86]Damn right, uh [02:44.84]You could hear lightning for miles around [02:47.80]And oak trees hitting the ground [02:49.72]The wind tore holes on that old Dixie flag [02:52.64]On the capitol steps [02:53.67]Change is coming, my great grand mamma said [02:56.59]Quietly clutching her bible [02:57.93]Sitting in a rocking chair, smoking a cigarette [03:00.31]And the wood creaked beneath the porch [03:02.51]And the old dog moaned and cried [03:04.25]As the sirens passing by [03:05.77]And Mr. Williams brought a mean batch of [03:08.85]That moon***ne to the wake [03:10.15]You know one comes and one goes as they say [03:12.92]And they laid a flower on the grave [03:14.86]Buried on December 29th for robbing a bank [03:17.80]And killed by the police [03:18.97]See you in the next life old friend [03:21.17]Little did he know, his old friend was back again [03:23.96]As the son of Sheila Diane [03:26.21]And it was trial by fire [03:30.11]I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down [03:34.16]You better watch your step [03:36.69]When I come around [03:42.26]You know how the story goes, come on [03:46.06]See me, I'm a curious soul [03:48.69]A stray bullet to some a chatter [03:50.39]And whisper at night [03:51.15]And the head of a following storm [03:52.47]A rebel at heart, a devilish grin [03:54.27]A leader of men, a preacher at ten [03:55.76]I was already in to spiritual sin [03:57.27]Back in the saddle again [03:58.89]12s in the back of the trunk, making it rattle again [04:01.26]Giving them nothing but punk [04:02.69]Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the baby is haunted [04:05.35]**** a church, I'm a confession [04:06.52]Professional, public annointed [04:07.99]Came from the wrong side of the tracks [04:09.27]Bring me them crackers outta the back [04:10.62]Keeping these gutter dogs raised [04:11.75]With these alley way cats [04:13.00]Seen what these others can't see [04:14.23]My poetry is a reflection of backpack up from the bottom [04:16.91]And climbing that ******* tree [04:18.04]But I brought a chainsaw [04:19.27]I come to build a house up out of it, chopping [04:20.90]Limbs off this culture [04:21.64]And putting soliders up inside of it [04:23.00]Limbs, brick, mortar, board up the windows [04:25.10]For the tornado [04:25.70]I'm a fatal blow to these honorable foes [04:27.81]Bag up the hot potato [04:29.12]And it was trial by fire [04:32.10]I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down [04:35.68]You better watch your step [04:38.59]When I come around
