Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Sometimes I look up to the sky When I die, put my ashes in the trash bag I don't care where they go Don't waste your money on my gravestone I'm more concerned about my soul Everybody's gon' die

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

Nature's disappearing Man's a filthy creature Raping the land and water and the air Tomorrow may be too late Now's the time that you must be aware Polluted death is coming, do you care Garbage going nowhere Soon the dumps will spread to your front door

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit! When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blast Your flow's garbage, I throw it in the trash I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit Rewind the verse, make the track do a back flip Your

Oh oh ah ah hey hey The carbonation in my drink The bubbles rise while my heart sinks And I'll I tend to do is think of you Was it easier to pack your bags And book that flight to Paris as The plane began to move that afternoon When all the trains have

I been doin' fine without you Forgettin' all the love we once knew And girl, I ain't the one that slammed that door But now you say you've changed your thinkin' But I ain't got a heart for breakin' So go and pick your bags up off my floor 'Cause love

Make sure it ends with you still living If I could set the clocks back I wouldn't be headed for a body bag One life and one decision Feel like I'm on the fast track To laying face down from a heart attack One life and one decision How does it feel at the

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If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag All you rappers ain't safe, uh Good girl gon' bad, you gon' do your thing Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it Spinning out on the highway, 720 in the ass Bad bitch in the passenger,