La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over Oh dear, act your age and try another year As I'm getting older, chip up on my shoulder Rolling through life, to roll over and die Missing hippy Jon, salad days are

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger king of the grill and a short putt sinker Whiskey

I'm already gone I'm going crazy Tryin' to figure out why you are leavin' Give me a reason Say that you need me Please don't ask me to go I'm already gone, oh Please just leave me alone

General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I don't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you I'm ready for combat, a solider on the front line Take me to

As it's getting later Heading for the corner And oh, don't let me see you crying 'Cause oh, honey, I'll smoke you 'til I'm dying Early in the morning Just trying to let the sun in And open up my eyes Already running dry

Higher, higher ground Everything I've lost, casts a shadow I'm never coming down, never coming down 'Cause everything I touch, turns to ashes I'm trying not to hold on I'm ready for that, higher, higher ground And everything I love, walks away from me

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked) I wanna give you everything I'm not going to wait until you're done You're ready to swallow all your pride 'Cause here I am, I'm givin' all I can Yeah, I'm right here, I'm tryin' to make it clear Pretending you

Slumped up, slumped up try not to get fucked up Slumped up, back up, 'fore you get your head bust (Scum Gang!) Pharaoh Vice Got this FN on my body, if you feeling froggy Got my gang right beside me, ready to catch a homi- If you run up bitch I'm sorry,

I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out

Spend my time trying to get along I'd be a rich man Come the day I died And ease my mind Get me ready Cause I'm gonna come back home I'd close my eyes And weep no more If I had a dollar for every time I cried