Made In The U.S.A. - Yelawolf, Priscilla Renea

Yeah, land of the free

Home of the hard, home of the tough

Survivors

We some gun toting, church going

Eighteen wheel rolling

Bag slangin, flag waving

At the dinner table praying

Old school yard fighting

Beer drinking, hell-raising

Hard working, blue collar

Earn it all, due paying

Illegal weed smoking

Dope cooking dirt dealers

On the corner Bible preachers

Hollywood dream seekers

Muddy water swimming in

Rock and roll all the time

Straight from the assembly line

And that’s how it’s made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A

A manufactured dream, a fraction of a thing

We got it made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A

Isn’t it great, how we got it made?

We some nine to five back breaking

Food stamp line waiting

Convict time giving

Underage time taking

Neighborhood gang-banging

Subway graffiti painting

Big cars, street stars

Young dirty money making

Old money home taking

Clothes in the yard throwing

Late on the rent paying

Foul mouth word saying

One-way street paving road to success

But you gotta do some concrete laying

She’s been eating lies we fed her

She’d be full, but nothing’s helping

Knew she wanted something better

But still she took a second helping

Now she’s well-known, broke, and cold

Fendi jackets, full of holes

And no one knows

Single mother child raising

From a stripper pole swinging

Daughter’s in the red light

Coats for the cold season

She don’t speak, no reason why

Because no one will ever know

And that’s how it’s made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A

It’s every mother’s dream to see her daughter on her knees

We got it made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A

Isn’t it great, how we got it made?

That’s how it’s made in the U.S.A

That’s how it’s made

We got it made

You know we got it made