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My gold digging ex found a Cadillac man While I was bustin' my ass for old Uncle Sam Gotta fence post dent in the gate of my truck I wouldn't have nothing if it wasn't for bad luck Locked out all of my good intentions 'Bout to dive into the trouble I've been missing Burnt up like the powder from a gun I'm tying on one Yeah I'm fucking on one I didn't grab the bottle, yeah the bottle grabbed me I'll be riding this train 'til the sun starts to creep Gotta woman of the night hanging onto my hip Gotta Miller in her hand and a smoke on her lip Locked out all of my good intentions 'Bout to dive into the trouble I've been missing Burnt up like the powder from a gun I'm tying on one Yeah I'm tying on one I'm drinking on one I'm smoking on one I'm fucking on one I'm tying on one Letras de canciones Yeah Locked out all of my good intentions 'Bout to dive into the trouble I've been missing Burnt up like the powder from a gun I'm tying in one Yeah Locked out of all my good intentions 'Bout to dive into the trouble I've been missing Burnt up like the powder from a gun I'm tying on one Yeah I'm fucking on one From Letras Mania