Y. G. M. F. U.
(专辑： The Bubba Mathis - 2016)
[Bubba Sparxxx:] My shits the
most important shit In the
whole world, it's mine of course it is The
more I
ponder it, the
more it gets More and more important til' i
done distorted it Out of proportion, loss of coordinates Help me Lord, 'fore I
fall and scorch in it Orbiting, around the
pulpit Gravity pulls to bullshit, what if? What if? Grandma had balls She'd been Grandpa, might of ran off With the
neighbor lady Mammary Mable That was a
label since back in grade school Short story long, do it wrong And being done wrong Happens, moving on And going on til you get it going Get in, roll the
window down Lets get it rolling [Yelawolf:] Hold in my problems Inside this cigarette Smoke you right up out my Chevrolet I
bought me a
bottle And I
put that shit to rest I
ain't trying to ride dirty like that anyway Wooahhh wooahhhh You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up Wooahhh wooahhhh You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up [Bubba Sparxxx:] Hop in, pull off, pull up, jump out I
know, what the
Fuss is about Life's hard, it ain't nothing to doubt Sucker punch in the
nuts and the
mouth I
can give it out, take it as well Maybe cancels out my reservation in hell Bubba talks, but don't always listen His minds hard to find But the
heart ain't missing Eventually, ignorance blends in to wisdom All my former women friends too many to mention Always bitching bout how I
didn't give em attention I
get it but admit it girl the
dick was tremendous (Woahh!!) Still tremendous, energy's endless But today that riding dirty shit, isn't a
business So I'm a
finish the
sentence and blow it out Good riddance, the
Chevy is rolling out [Yelawolf:] Hold in my problems Inside this cigarette Smoke you right up out my Chevrolet I
bought me a
bottle And I
put that shit to rest I
ain't trying to ride dirty like that anyway Wooahhh wooahhhh You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up Wooahhh wooahhhh You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up [Bubba Sparxxx:] Bubba baby Quintuple the
trouble baby Am I
crazy? A
bunch a
'Yes''s a
couple 'Maybe''s Underpay me, overwork me It won't convert me To a
bitter Quitter at ten years over thirty Both deserving and so unworthy I'm pretty much Everythang, that's anything Is it enough? To fill ya up, is too much? To recollect How hungry you was in the
country Redder neck Bigger debt The
only thing there is to regret Pack a
cigarettes Near the
Chevy remember yet? It's a
bet, a
mental picture of it is kept In the
heart of my intellect Let's roll up [Yelawolf:] Hold in my problems Inside this cigarette Smoke you right up out my Chevrolet I
bought me a
bottle And I
put that shit to rest I
ain't trying to ride dirty like that anyway Wooahhh wooahhhh You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up Wooahhh wooahhhh You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up
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