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 ****ing 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

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.