Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American You, artist - Yelawolf. Album song Love Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
American You |
Man you got it all worked out, don’t you? |
Old pair of shoes |
Never wear your heart on your sleeve cause it don’t go with the suit |
You got a bad, bad woman with a young little pretty face |
They told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway |
Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you |
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos |
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through |
Fuck you too |
Mama said steer clear of the devil so you never played in the road |
Always lookin' on the bright side, so you never see the potholes |
You got a house on a hill, big news, that’s a big deal |
Big party with your big time friends, man imagine how that feels |
Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you |
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos |
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through |
Fuck you too |
Fuck you too |
I believe in the modest dream, ain’t lookin' for a pot of gold |
A 6 pack and some good marijuana I can watch my mama roll |
I believe I can buy a few things like a house with a nice pool |
Invite my nobody friends to the party and we’ll be in it, fuck you |
You got a blue collar father who drinks Budweiser out the bottle |
20 dollars, an old Impala, a baby’s mama |
You work hard, you don’t beg, you don’t borrow |
Night at the factory, daytime job at McDonald’s |
Your daddy told you that girl was nothin' but a problem |
But you fell in love cause to you she was like a supermodel |
And they told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway |
It ain’t no problem |
You make somethin' out of nothin', you make money for a livin' |
Pushin' buttons, stickin' digits, flippin' burgers in the kitchen |
With the vision, you’ve been dreamin', you’ve been savin' |
You’ve been given nothin' but shit |
But you take it cause you’re patient in this prison |
Fuck everybody visitin', it ain’t them who gotta live in this skin |
With all these tattoos that you got, it fuckin' offends them |
If it’s you that I’m speakin' to, you must be my extension |
I take my drink up and sip it, take my hat off and tip it |
Slumerican |
Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you |
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos |
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through |
Fuck you too |
Fuck you too |