Lyrics:
A love wildcatter, yeah, you should feel quite flattered (Wildcatter) A face like yours can be picked out the crowd As a red-eyed night flight risk for
matter Singing like Efron I’m a wildcatter Flows wet like a leaky bladder I’m a crazy bastard Causing disaster Rappers call me master Molding this game
them Back in Oklahoma So I pointed my Pontiac toward that little country shack Back in Oklahoma Wildcatters drill dry wells deeper than Satan's hell
them Back in Oklahoma So I pointed my Pontiac toward that little country shack Back in Oklahoma Wildcatters drill dry wells deeper than Satan’s hell
boomtown Wildcatters drillin' on some old farmer's land There's blood and tears mixed with the woodbine sand Hell bent for riches, glory bound In this
In the town that once was wildcatters and cowboys It's a town of artsy tree-huggers and freaks Well nobody from Dallas is from Dallas California's
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