American You - Yelawolf

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

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

Fuck you too

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

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

Fuck you too

Fuck you too