Songtext Rocks at your window Yelawolf

Rocks at your window

Ooh, ooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down
Ooh, ooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Got the Chevy on the highway
Sun shinin' and the summer rain's comin' down
Comin' down
Lookin' back on good times
You and me, we was on the way
Small town with our names in the marquee now
The marquee now
Those were the good times
Yeah, the stage was a lot of fun
I drank all night long
And when it was all said and done
You'd carry me home, come on

Ooh, ooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down
Ooh, ooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Wrote a letter, you was locked down
And I never knew if it made it there
Made it there
You was always on my mind
Sent some money to your family now
Let 'em know that I'm here and I still care
I still care
I won't leave them behind
Gave a hug to your first son
Tears fell down my face
He looks and acts just like you
In every way, come on

Ooh, ooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down
Ooh, ooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Shawty Fatt
If I never told you that I loved you
If I never said that to your face
Man, I'm sorry 'cause I really did and I really do
Ever since Gadsden, when we were kids
You was always my favorite
Told you if I ever got a record deal, I'd put you on, and I did
For that I'm proud, but, it was a hard road
Homie, what a tough act to follow
Eminem gave me a record deal
And I hit the road, it made you feel hollow
But you never showed it, you just smiled
All you ever said was, "Wolf, I'm proud"
"Wolf, go kill 'em," "Wolf, you've got this"
And you stayed at home and held mama down
She called you son, I called you brother
You even caught the heart of my grandmother
And when you got sick, she came to visit
On my behalf, and she kept you covered
Severed son of a preacher man
A quiet prophet with a raspy voice
Every time you picked up a microphone
The crowd stopped in awe 'cause they had no choice (Yeah)
Like yesterday (Yeah)
Like you never left (Yeah)
Slumerican on your gravestone (Yeah)
And the legacies beyond death
I broke in half, when I lost you
I guess I couldn't see then what I gained
My guardian angel in the streets
And a fightin' spirit to maintain, Jerrico

Yeah, keep it dusty
Slum shit, G.A.D, motherfucker

Ooh, ooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down
Ooh, ooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down