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Rocketman (Remix) - Prof (Ft. Yelawolf)
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Rocketman (Remix) Prof (Ft. Yelawolf)

Rocketman (Remix) - Prof (Ft. Yelawolf)
[Hook: Prof] - x2
Up up and away, take me away
Light-speed on the game
To know where I come from is to
Know that it's all the same

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
R-o-c-k-e-t up
L-a-m-e-s down
Got cheap beer in a paper cup
Alabama homegrown by the pound, how does that sound?
With a small town, down south, comin' up, runnin' up to the club with Rocketman
Got a white-wall or two that'll run up on you with a Glock in hand
Hold that there, really high by a shot of this Jim Beam
Creak a motherfucker's engine
When I spit it, all the hot girls go ring-ring
Close to my roots like ginseng, Dixie Mafia
Droppin' this rock on top of ya'
I got a mean team
I got a fit-to-back, clear moonshine by the pound that'll have you seeing stars
I got people with Chevrolets that are friends of mine, that'll have you seeing cars
Riding by, flying by, rocket-ships that are sitting high
Put a city boy on top of the world with a Big Block bumper and pecan pie
Get a slice, get it twice, get it three times, I'm nuts
Skittin' by with about three or five bucks
Spending better off when I'm in a bind, trust
Smether from the deader and I don't give a fuck (Cud..)
So tell my folks that I'm on the way
I just broke through the ozone with my BluBlocker shades
Yelawolf!
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