Lyrics

Yeeeeee-haah Weeeeelll, I like my money in stacks and my girl on the grass Hand on the wheel and a foot on the gas Friday night and I'm feelin' alright Think I'll get a little drunk and get into a fight Call up the cops and they put me in jail Call up the wife tryna get my bail And a couple hours later I'll be walking the streets In the land of the free In the USA We're doin' A-Ok We're gonna pray this virus away In the USA Weeeeeelll, I Like my corona's cold And my sugar daddies old And my pancakes full of lard I like my trucks in the mud and getting fucked up And being naked in the yard I like my house beats gay and my big buffet And my ribs with special sauce And everybody's toking, second hand smoking, And grandma's high on bath salts In the USA We're doin' A-Ok We're gonna pray the virus away In the USA Well, I like my beer ice cold in the USA And every now and then I get a little bit gay Cruisin' down the street in my Chevrolet Saying "everybody get the hell outta my way!" I Like my music real loud and my underwear clean And every now and then I get a little bit mean Try to get joy from the little things And I never turn down a plate of baked beans In the USA We're doin' A-Ok We're gonna pray this virus away In the USA In the USA We're doin' A-Ok We're gonna pray this virus away In the USA
Writer(s): Sarah Slonecki Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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