Say it to my face, Bubba, if you're going to cry, because everything you ever say is a motherfucking lie
Sitting back on his couch, sit in fuckim twisted Because I say it to your face, but only if you listen
I'm not Dissen I'm different. I wish I was on the bank fishin
That country life is what I'm always thinking about missin
So I don't care what you do or what you fucking think
I'll still be the same DOB till the day I DIE I MIGHT'VE BEEN THE GUY ON THE COUCH
WAY BACK IN THE FUCKING DAY
Donating blood to make sure that our rent is paid
But now take a look at me
Standing up here on the stage
Looking down on y'all right were once used to be.
Standing in the crowd with all my homey's right there next to me
Man, that's the good old days Hanging out drinking
Shooting dice Peakin
On psychedelics booze and. pills
Man it even gives me chills
But now I have to spit these rhymes just so I can pay my bills