| Man you got it all worked out, don’t you? |
| Old pair of shoes
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| Never wear your heart on your sleeve cause it don’t go with the suit
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| You got a bad, bad woman with a young little pretty face
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| They told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway
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| Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you
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| Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
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| Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
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| Fuck you too
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| Mama said steer clear of the devil so you never played in the road
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| Always lookin' on the bright side, so you never see the potholes
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| You got a house on a hill, big news, that’s a big deal
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| Big party with your big time friends, man imagine how that feels
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| Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you
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| Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
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| Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
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| Fuck you too
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| Fuck you too
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| I believe in the modest dream, ain’t lookin' for a pot of gold
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| A 6 pack and some good marijuana I can watch my mama roll
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| I believe I can buy a few things like a house with a nice pool
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| Invite my nobody friends to the party and we’ll be in it, fuck you
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| You got a blue collar father who drinks Budweiser out the bottle
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| 20 dollars, an old Impala, a baby’s mama
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| You work hard, you don’t beg, you don’t borrow
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| Night at the factory, daytime job at McDonald’s
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| Your daddy told you that girl was nothin' but a problem
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| But you fell in love cause to you she was like a supermodel
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| And they told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway
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| It ain’t no problem
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| You make somethin' out of nothin', you make money for a livin'
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| Pushin' buttons, stickin' digits, flippin' burgers in the kitchen
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| With the vision, you’ve been dreamin', you’ve been savin'
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| You’ve been given nothin' but shit
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| But you take it cause you’re patient in this prison
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| Fuck everybody visitin', it ain’t them who gotta live in this skin
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| With all these tattoos that you got, it fuckin' offends them
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| If it’s you that I’m speakin' to, you must be my extension
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| I take my drink up and sip it, take my hat off and tip it
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| Slumerican
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| Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you
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| Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
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| Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
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| Fuck you too
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| Fuck you too |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song American You , by - Yelawolf. Song from the album Love Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп