Lyrics:
a would buy her a house...
A hope ye can hear it now...
Never again will I back down...
A just wanna make ma home town proud...
A told ma mother a would buy
Well, I'm drunk and still drinking cheap beer and cheap bourbon
Watching wild women working the pole
Wide-eyed and grinning, and the night's just
even try
So I’ll drink some whiskey, some bourbon some rye
By the time I pass out, she’s already with some other guy
She's dressed in pink cause it's chic. She's trending more than the cast of Glee. And her clothes and her shoes are made by slaves near Kathmandu.
Oh,
I got my Kaw Dam ice chest
It's filled with Kaw Dam beer
I ain't been Kaw Dam fishing
In almost a Kaw Dam year
If ya wanna go Kaw Dam fishing
Then
I got pope John Paul in his casket turning
When I'm at a Catholic sermon smashed
With a flask of bourbon
Dashing in a black suburban, passing
Surrounded by memories
Of love and affection
Never minding the spell
That was cast on our loneliness
By the scum of the earth
And religions from hell
They know
in the grime of casual living
Then jumping in glee, as their Forest Of faith becomes a thicket of fallen Hope
I challenge you brethren by the great
And I have just begun to suck on a lime
And start learning to tell time
I started feeling low a beer ago
And in about a gin and tonic or two
I'll be
repping covers sins with blotch
Endure this hard lesson evil stepping by the word I scotch
The whole world is tripping worship demons like its something hot
'm surprised more of y'all don't get hit by cars
Missing your surroundings, staring at the stars
I'm lonely without a woman that wants to spar
That's why I spent
your wrong but I'm still lost in a trance
Give me a hicky, up my hill im seeing past your stance
Feel the kick, get your fill, till I cast rants
Christmas became worse as years went by
It was the most dreaded time of year
My parents got me clothes that just weren't cool
When all I want is money to buy
’m surrounded by go getters
(Go getters)
No more rolling with no fake niggas
(No no fakers)
I got money on my mind
(I got money on my mind)
I got money on my
thee: do cast a little spell
She has no clue who the fuck I am, but I know her name's Danielle
Beer is good and liquor's quicker - I know not what she
You look lovely.
What's wrong with beer?
Oh for fuck's sake,
You're too ugly.
I'll have another Hey Bob, or else a pint of Scotch,
And then you can play
It’s 2019 as the money is tightening
Legal blunts blazed by the right wing
Go to church for a Hermaphroditus sighting
All organic a blight
from New York, it's Saturday Night
Waiting for my Joe Frazier Burger
I can't figure out the girl and her tears
But I've got the world's finest bourbon
You think you got it
But I'm seein that you new to this
An yall be blinded by the game
While I'm chewin bitch
Don't be surprised what's in my veins
smoke clears
I'll be on my way to buy a couple of beers
And if your black, you get knocked quick by beastly mallet
I chop up poor punks like salad
I
Just another order asshole
Normalcy is blasphemous
I cant afford to pass over
Self destructive
If thats not enough then fuck it
Ill cast it in blood
absconding
So he promised to write; at least twice a year
A woman there caught me eye she said""Do you wanna hump me?""
But by then I'd drunk about a gallon
Life, Look, Pic, Peek always print a beautiful cast
And another thing they love
Is a certain photograph
You take the Time, Tide, Newsweek,
Bourbon soda over ice, in the basement shade
Got it made, no one here, just the beer man's dog
Howling at the moon heat gnawing on a bone
Waiting
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