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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Songwriter
James Ho
James Ho
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Malay
Malay
Producer
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Additional Producer
Eminem
Eminem
Producer
Joe Strange
Joe Strange
Recording Engineer
Leland Elliott
Leland Elliott
Recording Engineer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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 Do do do do, do do, 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 Do do do do, do do, fuck you too Do do do do, do do, 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 Oh, sweet sounds of American you Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through Do do do do, do do, fuck you too Do do do do, do do, fuck you too
Writer(s): Luis Edgardo Resto, James Ryan Wuihun Ho, Michael Wayne Atha, Marshall B. Mathers Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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