Lyrics:
We got our team up in this b****
And we turn up like b**** no s***
We litt or nahh
(Mel Smyth)
Keep calm
Ayo billz we litt or nahh ?
Yeah I think we
to borrow your time and I won't waste it
Cross my fingers that I stay in your good graces good gracious lord
You got the kinda pink that makes me think about
Ride alone
Outlaw
Die alone
Outlaw
Sipping whiskey getting by
That's the way I live my life
I ain't coming down tonight
I'm an outlaw ride or die
my pain
And one's a long, hard, bitter truth
And that's the difference between the whiskey and you
I've got a problem but it ain't like what you
whiskey phase
My whiskey phase
I've got one hand on the bible
And the other on angers rifle
I'm calling out to Jesus
Yeah this soul needs a revival
I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
lips sip by sip
I got a brand new buzz
It's a lot harder than the whiskey does
One shot of ya and you're in my blood
Oh, and I can't get enough
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
run down my eyes
And dry my throat
I say waiter
Give me one bottle of vodka
I don't wanna feel this pain no more
Tho it feels like gains now
I say
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
all I got left
To think of you, with the man you choose
Puts scorpions in my chest
Well bolo ties and whiskey eyes
Are all I got left
To think of you,
Swiping left, swiping right don’t do me no help
So I’m Netflix and chilling all by myself
That’s just the hand I’ve been dealt
I need a whiskey or two
Stimmy hit my bank
Stimmy hit my bank
Yuh
I want a jet ski (Nyoom)
Tell that pretty Black queen come sex me (Uh)
Got sauce, 'bout to put it in her
by my grind like the shaker
Mind my behavior
I park the car for the valet
Set the table for the waiters
Totally self sufficient with a
Whole lot
Spend my time waiting tables
Crunching numbers and I'm grateful
That I've got enough money to eat
Still smoke my stale cigarettes
The type you hated
Line em up
Line em up my friend I don't wanna be thinkin' anymore
Do this right and by the end I'll be layin' on the floor
Once you're sinkin' down
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got 500 miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town
whiskey
Got me so tipsy
LSD I feel just like a Hippie
I feel crispy
Flyer then a frisbee
Smoke two blunts I roll up that sticky
Damn this whiskey
Got me
You know we getting trippy trippy
Yeah this whiskey's got me little tipsy tipsy
Rolling up a stogie of that sticky sticky
Feeling smoky riding 'round
Oh I no longer want to live without it
I get the jitters, I wanna die
If I ain't got a bottle of moonshine by my side
Yeah I'm addicted to moonshine
and there you were
Sittin' by yourself
Well, I can barely see you
But I knew I had to meet you
So I thought I might as well
Let the whiskey talk
Steady
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