American You

Album: Yelawolf (2015)
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  • 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
    Tudutudutudu, 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
    Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
    Tudutudutudu, 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

    Oh sweet sounds of American you
    Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
    Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
    Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
    Tudutudutudu, fuck you too Writer/s: James Ryan Wuihu Ho, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall Mathers, Michael Wayne Atha
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, ME GUSTA MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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