Now you're messin' with a a son of a bitch Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch Time's come to pay your dues Heartbreaker, soul-shaker I've been told about you Steam-roller, the midnight shoulder What they been sayin' must be true Red hot mama, oh

I'm a lovesick fuck I want you, come on fuck me, babe Please man, pretty please with a cherry on top, ok? The weather cold The weather so Chill, chilly really penguin feather roll Cause I'm sipping Pro'

Prices are high now darlin', and all the good jobs are gone Sorry to say, baby, things ain't what they used to be Times is hard, baby and the hustle is really on Times is hard, baby, the hustle is really on Better get yourself a job now, baby, I'm tired

Don't pray for us We don't need no modern Jesus To roll with us The only rule we need is never The only faith we have is faith in us Come on in take a seat next to me You know we got We got what you need

I got that Trunk Muzik To the DJ's Out cruisin' Everybody hop in the Cadillac And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's With the bottom won't you roll the window down If ya cruisin' Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the eight O eight come and

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

Like roulette, o-o Like roulette Wanna close my eyes and roll it, with you Wanna lose control and forget with you Let's roll it Big city lights Got me flirting with fire Tonight I'ma let my hair down Have a few rounds and just let go

And I'd daydream in school with far away eyes Living the words of the radio songs Making my plans someday to take the stage With a rock and roll band And I would play in the light of a thousand smiles Spreading through the towns, spreading through the

Make that ass drop (drop, drop) This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you" I

I got you, ooh Now you're thinkin' about it Girl you're thinkin' about it What we got here How we fuckin' got here They recognize They just recognize I'm in a life without a home so this recognition's not enough