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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 Letras de cancionesAnd gave no fucking 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... From Letras Mania