Life...
1:] Front post livin swiggin and mescaline Swining fly swatters catchin trails from that We on some otha level like a Muthafucka Ask the way I'm shit they ain't no otha muthafucka Give me mosquitoes and a night me a red dirt road and I'll be doin all right Sittin by the river bottle of Grits mill fistin evan williams steady climbin heavy hill This is what it's all about I couldn't ask for nothin Me Myself I'm and fucked up, light as a feather I hear crickets chirpin I think I'll lay and listen I got a off in the water but I ain't thinkin about fishin.
This... is that country This is the for me liquor,cars and bars is the life for me Country... I die... This is the for me liquor, cars and tittie is the life for me
2:] I like them bitches talk that dirty south 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 that pissed off in that baby fat suckin on a dr pepper shirts all in her booty crack they come up speakin slow "how ya'll doin?" always sassy, kinda nasty and with somethin ta prove, ya'll know them from kentucky and alabama dem swamp cajun bitches straight out louisiana the georgia florida even mississippi country with fat 'ol asses askin can I see them tities
This... is life is the life for me liquor,cars and bars This is the for me Country... I die... This is the for me liquor,cars and tittie This is the for me
3:] Rusty cars off in the Bitches booze and bars That's the way we livin drink our liquor up out the jar Rollin wood, we blowin smoke, poppin pills, we choke 180 proof to wash it down and that's all she wrote and if it kills me bury me in red and let it all be catered by the Ol' Country Pass the bottle and drink it like your Full grown and let them bitches dance here fuckin naked on my tombstone
X2] This... is life This is the 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