Opie Taylor

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 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 'til daddy can come save her Could've been rich, a star, a ball player 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 Taylor (Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor (Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor (Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor (Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor (Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor (Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor --- Opie Taylor - Yelawolf