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Opie Taylor Lyrics - Artist : Yelawolf
Well, mama sent me down to the MAPCO
BC powders and a bag of tobacco Said her boss was an asshole She been on the line just breakin' her back though I need a rope with a lasso To catch a pot of gold and get past the hassle To get my mama a castle A pink Cadillac with the matching tassels Take my daddy off of that backhoe Send him down to Florida to fish on a bass boat And a truck to match so He can roll around town pullin' his bass boat Lord, I'm a dreamer, I can't pay her She'll be on the line till daddy can come save her Could've been rich, a star, a ballplayer But I got no cares, Opie Taylor Opie Taylor But I got no cares, Opie Taylor Opie Taylor But I got no cares, Opie Taylor Well a quarter pound of pot in a shoebox Got five grand stuffed in a tube sock Ain't got no fucking credit to use I paid cash for my car at the used lot Small town trapped in a sinkhole Still keepin' it cool in the pistol Me and dope's like green to a pickle Yeah, folk, like a haystack to a sickle Never brought back home a report card Spent more time in court, dog But in this little town, it's a short fall Still servin' out, jump off the porch, dawg I just blow the smoke in the air Raised by pirates, curse like a sailor Could probably get a job if I cut my hair But I got no cares, Opie Taylor Opie Taylor But I got no cares, Opie Taylor Opie Taylor But I got no cares, Opie Taylor (Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor (Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor (Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor (Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor ... |
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