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Opie taylor

Well, mama sent me down to the mac, oh
BC bottles 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

Tick my daddy off with that backhoe
Send him down to Florida to fish on the fast boat
And a truck to match so he can roll around town pullin' his fast 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

We hail a quarter pound of pot in a shoebox
Got five brands stuffed in a tube sock
And gave no fucking credit to you
I paid cash for my car, but do you slide?

Small town trappin' to Seeco
Still keepin' it cool in the pistol
Me and dope's like green to a pickle
Yeah, like a haystack to a sicko

Never brought back home a report card
Spent more time in court though
But in it, stood up time, it's a short fall
Still servin' out, you're off the porch, dawg

I just blow the smoke in the air
Raised by pirates, cursed 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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