West Memphis
YEBBA"West Memphis" is a song by YEBBA, released in 2026 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:38 long and contains 59 lines and 444 words.
Lyrics
0:02God is good all the time
0:06Yeah all the time God is good
0:10But I'm fuckin' tired of being polite
0:15And overall misunderstood
0:18So I snuck on out into the street
0:23Cigarette between my teeth
0:27Thought I heard a front door creak
0:31It was just my neighbor with her cup of tea
0:35She said
0:35"What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim?
0:41Well I guess that's how west Memphis probably feels
0:46Whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain"
0:52Ain't that just how them city slickers deal?
0:56'Cause it ain't the boots it ain't the bars
0:59It ain't the trip on out to Mars
1:02It's a well that's dug down deep inside of you
1:06I ain't got no horse out in the race
1:09But what flows from that same place
1:11Is this tragedy we all know is the truth
1:15That Country ain't a costume
1:25Don't you let them dress you
1:36Battleship and ouija board
1:40Who could ever ask for more?
1:44Formula from the corner store
1:48They had no idea they grew up poor
1:52It was TBN and praise the Lord
1:56Then Powerball was on by four
2:01Granny said to "Trust the Lord
2:04He'll heal the sick and settle every score"
2:11What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim?
2:17Well I guess that's how west Memphis probably feels
2:22But whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain
2:28And ain't that just how them city slickers deal?
2:32And it ain't the booze It ain't the bars
2:35It ain't the trip on out to Mars
2:38It's a well that's dug down deep inside of you
2:42I ain't got no horse out in the race
2:44But what flows from that same place
2:47Is this tragedy we all know is the truth
2:51That country ain't a costume
3:01Don't you let them dress you
3:11They'll dress you up sell you out and cut you down
3:16Play their good old goddamn games
3:18Until the gospel gets around
3:23It ain't the boots it ain't the bars
3:25It ain't the trip on out to Mars
3:28It's a well that's dug down deep inside of you
3:32You can wear the hats and hit the gas
3:35And wonder where you'll end up next
3:38If you're lucky one the truth will follow you
3:42That country ain't a costume
3:52Don't you let them dress you
4:07The cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes
4:16As long as this goes
4:19No no no no no
4:21No no no no no
4:25No one knows the cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes
4:35No one knows the cost
4:38Cost
God is good all the time Yeah all the time God is good But I'm fuckin' tired of being polite And overall misunderstood So I snuck on out into the street Cigarette between my teeth Thought I heard a front door creak It was just my neighbor with her cup of tea She said "What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim? Well I guess that's how west Memphis probably feels Whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain" Ain't that just how them city slickers deal? 'Cause it ain't the boots it ain't the bars It ain't the trip on out to Mars It's a well that's dug down deep inside of you I ain't got no horse out in the race But what flows from that same place Is this tragedy we all know is the truth That Country ain't a costume Don't you let them dress you Battleship and ouija board Who could ever ask for more? Formula from the corner store They had no idea they grew up poor It was TBN and praise the Lord Then Powerball was on by four Granny said to "Trust the Lord He'll heal the sick and settle every score" What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim? Well I guess that's how west Memphis probably feels But whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain And ain't that just how them city slickers deal? And it ain't the booze It ain't the bars It ain't the trip on out to Mars It's a well that's dug down deep inside of you I ain't got no horse out in the race But what flows from that same place Is this tragedy we all know is the truth That country ain't a costume Don't you let them dress you They'll dress you up sell you out and cut you down Play their good old goddamn games Until the gospel gets around It ain't the boots it ain't the bars It ain't the trip on out to Mars It's a well that's dug down deep inside of you You can wear the hats and hit the gas And wonder where you'll end up next If you're lucky one the truth will follow you That country ain't a costume Don't you let them dress you The cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes As long as this goes No no no no no No no no no no No one knows the cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes No one knows the cost Cost
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