Biografía:
Michael Wayne Atha es un cantante del género hip-hop. Desde 2015 combina el género rap con el country, el folk y el rock. Es conocido por su carrera en el rap, que empezó grabando pequeños mixtapes mientras tenía una lesión, debido a que es skater profesional.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro: Gracen Hill]
|Am |C |Dm |Em
Am C
And so all my
Dreams
Dm Em
To bide all my holes
Am C
And then i sow all my holes
Dm Em Am
Just to bide my way back home
C Dm Em
My way back home
My way back
[Verse 1: Alexander King]:
Am C
Came from a real deep long line of coal miners
Dm
Drunk drivers moonshiners that don't take kind to no
Em
Newcomers or no outsiders
Am
Lightning rod has every vein on fire
C
Or pour gasoline stay ready to fight
Dm
Raised by the gypsies
Em
Bikers, pikers, dope boys turned killa gone through a life
Am
That taught me how to fight when I was 8 and 9
C
Getting jumped from a nights living on each side
Dm
Paid every toll and sold every oat
Em
Earn every stripe I was ever bestowed
Am
Walk miles up and down that southern road
C
Sold a bunch of dreams to buy back my hopes
Dm
When they ask how we did it
Tell em we ain't run
Em
We ain't go home till its all said and done
[Hook: Gracen Hill]
And so all my
Am
Dreams
C Dm
Is to bide all my holes
Em Am
And then I sow all my holes
C Dm
Just to bide my way home
Em Am
And I planted my seeds
C
And I sowed all my holes
Dm
Yeah I paid my tolls, my tolls, my tolls
Em Am
On that old southern road
C Dm Em
On that old southern road
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]:
Am
Yeah after I leave the poetry
C
Sitting for people to marvel and criticize
Ain't no reason to apologize
Dm
I leave it behind leaving the beaver why
Em
Maybe cause my daddy did the same to my momma and i
Am
I'm better left to prophesize
C
Slumerican king littering on my Chevrolet bowtie
Dm Em
Snakeskin and crocodile boots under my toes
Like I rode through the swamp with the chick
Am
And doing my favorite reptiles
C
Stay stepping on a serpent with the war of a pink cloud
Dm
Baby blues and hues to make you think wow
Em
Holding my breath under the mainstream now
Am
Only an iceberg looks this good baby
C
Up until i make your ship sink down
Dm
Slum beautiful this rare body is cubicle
Em
Packing the pain vein like I marsh through those pink pines
Ghetto cowboy
Yelawolf
[Outro: Gracen Hill]
(Repeat)
And so all my
Am
Dreams
C Dm
Is to bide all my holes
Em Am
And then I sow all my holes
C Dm
Just to bide my way home
Em Am
And I planted my seeds
C
And I sowed all my holes
Dm
Yeah I paid my tolls, my tolls, my tolls
Em Am
On that old southern road
C Dm Em
On that old southern road
[Outro]
|Am |C |Dm |Em
|Am |C |Dm |Em
Am C
And so all my
Dreams
Dm Em
To bide all my holes
Am C
And then i sow all my holes
Dm Em Am
Just to bide my way back home
C Dm Em
My way back home
My way back
[Verse 1: Alexander King]:
Am C
Came from a real deep long line of coal miners
Dm
Drunk drivers moonshiners that don't take kind to no
Em
Newcomers or no outsiders
Am
Lightning rod has every vein on fire
C
Or pour gasoline stay ready to fight
Dm
Raised by the gypsies
Em
Bikers, pikers, dope boys turned killa gone through a life
Am
That taught me how to fight when I was 8 and 9
C
Getting jumped from a nights living on each side
Dm
Paid every toll and sold every oat
Em
Earn every stripe I was ever bestowed
Am
Walk miles up and down that southern road
C
Sold a bunch of dreams to buy back my hopes
Dm
When they ask how we did it
Tell em we ain't run
Em
We ain't go home till its all said and done
[Hook: Gracen Hill]
And so all my
Am
Dreams
C Dm
Is to bide all my holes
Em Am
And then I sow all my holes
C Dm
Just to bide my way home
Em Am
And I planted my seeds
C
And I sowed all my holes
Dm
Yeah I paid my tolls, my tolls, my tolls
Em Am
On that old southern road
C Dm Em
On that old southern road
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]:
Am
Yeah after I leave the poetry
C
Sitting for people to marvel and criticize
Ain't no reason to apologize
Dm
I leave it behind leaving the beaver why
Em
Maybe cause my daddy did the same to my momma and i
Am
I'm better left to prophesize
C
Slumerican king littering on my Chevrolet bowtie
Dm Em
Snakeskin and crocodile boots under my toes
Like I rode through the swamp with the chick
Am
And doing my favorite reptiles
C
Stay stepping on a serpent with the war of a pink cloud
Dm
Baby blues and hues to make you think wow
Em
Holding my breath under the mainstream now
Am
Only an iceberg looks this good baby
C
Up until i make your ship sink down
Dm
Slum beautiful this rare body is cubicle
Em
Packing the pain vein like I marsh through those pink pines
Ghetto cowboy
Yelawolf
[Outro: Gracen Hill]
(Repeat)
And so all my
Am
Dreams
C Dm
Is to bide all my holes
Em Am
And then I sow all my holes
C Dm
Just to bide my way home
Em Am
And I planted my seeds
C
And I sowed all my holes
Dm
Yeah I paid my tolls, my tolls, my tolls
Em Am
On that old southern road
C Dm Em
On that old southern road
[Outro]
|Am |C |Dm |Em
YeLLOW Generatio (...)
Yellow Grass
Yellow House (So (...)
Yellow Jacket Je (...)
Yellow Red Spark (...)
Yeshua
Yeshua Band
Yesim Salkim
Yesterdays Reven (...)
Yesterdays Tomor (...)