Opie Taylor lyrics - 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

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