Y. G. M. F. U.

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

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

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 bitchin' 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 ridin' dirty shit, isn't a business

So I'm a finish the sentence and blow it out

Good riddance, the Chevy is rolling out

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 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

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