y. g. m. f. u.

Singer:bubba sparxxx

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

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