Yelawolf - Y.G.M.F.U. lyrics

[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx] My sh**s the most important sh** 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 bullsh**, 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 [Hook: Yelawolf] Hold in my problems Inside this cigarette Smoke you right up out my Chevrolet I bought me a bottle And I put that sh** to rest I ain't trying to ride dirty like that anyway Wooahhh wooahhhh You got me f**ed up, You got me f**ed up Wooahhh wooahhhh You got me f**ed up, You got me f**ed up [Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx] Hop in, pull off, pull up, jump out I know, what the Fuss is about Life's hard, it ain't nothing to doubt s**a 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 b**hin' 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 sh**, isn't a business So I'm a finish the sentence and blow it out Good riddance, the Chevy is rolling out [Hook: Yelawolf] [Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx] 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 [Hook: Yelawolf]