Yelawolf nos muestra su nuevo videoclip "Lightning"

"Jorge Abarca" fue el encargado de grabar el nuevo videoclip del artista de Alabama, Yelawolf.El clip en concreto, es del nuevo single "Lightning", producido por Michael Mihail, Jeff Murcia, Shiri Fauer y Edward Crowe.LETRA:[Intro]Man look at this shitI know, right? It's crazyI wish the storm would just blow this motherfucker awayWhy you say that?Serious, man, I hate this fuckin' townYou know Bobby needs you at the job, right?Man, fuck himFuck Bobby? I thought you liked BobbyI'm gettin' the fuck out of here, manOkayWatch[Verse 1]Yeah, Tommy just got out of jail (Got out of jail? Got out of jail)Two months he couldn't make bail (Couldn't make bail? Couldn't make bail)Here we sit, whiskey bent, freestylin' over cricket chirpsHe would spit, then I went, loaded gun, death we flirtLeave it up to the Baptist church, me and him are scum of the EarthFeelin' like two millionaires with a hundred dollar net worthTopic of discussion is that they know nothin'They didn't find the other twenty pounds hid in the ovenWhat happened to me and you? We used to go to Sunday SchoolAnd we worked Monday 'til Friday, and sometimes Sunday, tooFive-hundred dollar check and that's no disrespectBut I'm a talent, God damn it, you watch, I'm tellin' youWe had it all mapped out, hip-hop 'til we crashed outI drank 'til I couldn't walk straight, on the front porch where we passed outNothin' but trouble, dealin' with troubles over our sorrowAnd the clouds followed, we was just like[Chorus]Just like lightning in a bottleBurnin' electric blueJust like gunshots in the hollowEchoin' all night throughThis is how we shed our problemsUnder the southern moonJust like lightning in a bottleBurnin' electric blue (Yeah)[Verse 2]It's three o'clock in the morning, I got two packs of Parliament Lights andA dime bag of that 'Bama brick, I just lay in the dark of the night onThe bed of my buddy's truck who got it from his papa back whenHe died in a fire rescue and I never asked what happenedWe listened to Charlie Daniels, Too $hort and Bob SegerSing along to "Night Moves", sippin' on gas station margaritasGotta get a good buzz out here, man, nothin' else to do but get highPut bullet holes in beer cans and talk about how we gonna get bySome say that dreaming's useless, full of pride and selfishnessEscapin' that mental prison's like climbin' the electric fenceAnd that's a risk, but a risk I'll take to better with'Cause through Hell I've been, so success would be just self-defenseI took another swallow, can't share my dream with everybodyAnd besides, to the factory, I clock in tomorrowAnd to my room, I wobble, but the vision I followA storm was brewin', we was just like[Chorus]Just like lightning in a bottleBurnin' electric blueJust like gunshots in the hollowEchoin' all night throughThis is how we shed our problemsUnder the southern moonJust like lightning in a bottleBurnin' electric blueJust like lightning in a bottleBurnin' electric blueJust like gunshots in the hollowEchoin' all night throughThis is how we shed our problemsUnder the southern moonJust like lightning in a bottleBurnin' electric blue[Outro]Lightning in a bottleBurnin' electric blueLightning in a bottleBurnin' electric blueLightning in a bottleBurnin' electric blue