Artist: Yelawolf
Album:  Love Story
Song:   'Till It's Gone
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Yelawolf]
I'm not the table you can come and lay your cup down on now
I'm not the shoulder for a bag, don't wanna carry ya heavy load
I'm not the road that you take when you're lookin for a shortcut, uhh
I ain't the steppin stone to be steppin on, I ain't nobody's crutch
I ain't the money man, with your money man, you ain't lookin at me
I'm not the cheap one, lookin at me son, you ain't lookin at free
I ain't the dish rag to come clean up all the shit that you dish out
Ain't got no check for 'em, if you checkin in motherfucker check this out

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool, there's no need to pretend
Just because you got yourself in some shit
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do 'til it's gone?
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, 'til it's gone
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, 'til it's gone
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, 'til it's gone
Oh-oh-oh, what can I do if I do 'til it's gone?

[Yelawolf]
I'm not the the trash can, not the last man at the finish line now
I'm not the new kid on the block that you can just follow and push around
I'm not the fuckin needle in the haystack that you finally found
This ain't no free rent, come and pitch a tent, you ain't tyin me down
I'm not a bus ride you can hop inside and just roll away clean
Like the wheel on the wagon you wanna break, cause I hold up the weight for the team
I'm not the gold watch and the new truck that you schemin to check out
Unless you're lookin to check out {*pop pop pop*} what a mess now
C'mon

[Chorus]

[Yelawolf]
I jump to the sky for my people
I walk through the fire, I give love when it's equal
Don't, tell me not to complain about my, money and fame
When you come around and tellin me I changed, damn right I fuckin changed
When there's fuckin change in my pocket, hit the bucket, it was a rocket all the sudden
I went from shoppin without nothin, to goin shoppin for my cousins
Now that the cops know that I'm buzzin, they wanna drop me in the oven
Pull me over just to say "I'm a fan," hip-hop, you gotta love it
Fuck it

[Chorus]