Life...
1:] Front post swiggin wiskey and mescaline fly swatters catchin trails from that ketmine We on some level country like a Muthafucka Ask the way I'm living shit ain't no otha muthafucka Give me mosquitoes and a night me a red dirt road and I'll be doin all right Sittin down by the bottle of Grits mill Double fistin evan williams climbin heavy hill is what it's all about I couldn't ask for nothin betta Me Myself I'm high and up, light as a feather I hear them chirpin I I'll lay back and listen I got a off in the water but I ain't thinkin about fishin.
This... is that country is the life for me liquor,cars and tittie This is the for me Country... I die... This is the for me liquor, and tittie bars This is the for me
2:] I like bitches talk that dirty south slang I like them bitches they be walkin shake that dirty south There be them hoes up on that cornbread chicken and greens ham hockin bitches potatoes and red where did you get an ass like that pissed off in that baby fat suckin on a dr shirts all in her booty crack they come up slow like "how ya'll doin?" always sassy, kinda and with somethin ta prove, yeah ya'll know them ones kentucky and alabama dem swamp livin cajun bitches straight out the georgia florida even mississippi country with fat 'ol asses askin them can I see them
This... is life is the life for me liquor,cars and bars is the life for me Country... I die... is the life for me liquor,cars and tittie This is the for me
3:] Rusty off in the yard booze and tittie bars That's the way we livin drink our liquor up out the jar Rollin wood, we blowin smoke, poppin pills, until we 180 proof to wash it down and all she wrote and if it kills me bury me in red clay and let it all be catered by the Ol' Buffet Pass the whiskey bottle and drink it like your Full grown and let them bitches dance fuckin naked on my tombstone
X2] This... is country is the life for me liquor,cars and tittie This is the for me Country... I die... is the life for me liquor,cars and bars This is the for me