Opie Taylor

Well, mama sent me down to the mac, oh (Mac, oh)
BC bottles and a bag of tobacco (Tobacco)
Said her boss was an asshole (Asshole)
She been on the line just breakin' her back though (Back though)

I need a rope with a lasso (Lasso)
To catch a pot of gold and get past the hassle (Hassle)
To get my mama a castle (Castle)
Pink Cadillac with the matching tassels (Tassels)

Tick my daddy off with that backhoe (Backhoe)
Send him down to Florida to fish on the fast boat (Fast boat)
And a truck to match so (Match so)
He can roll around town pullin' his bass boat (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 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 (Shoebox)
Got five brands stuffed in a tube sock (Tube sock)
And gave no fucking credit to use I (Use I)
Paid cash for my car, but do you slide? (You slide)

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

Never brought back home a report card (Report card)
Spent more time in court though (Court though)
But in this little town, it's a short fall (Short fall)
Still servin' out, you're off the porch, dawg (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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Credits
Writer(s): Michael Atha, Michael Hartnett, Joshua Winkler, Peter Keys
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