It's really going down in the goddamn south I 3-up, 100 to the end Wasted, undone How could you judge? I’m wasted right now Wasted undone Wasted right now Take a sip, drowning in this shit Choppers on my hip I hold my head

And you could be my enemy And you could be my judge If you could start remembering all the time that you used up And you could be my remedy If you could show me love If I could stop remembering all the time that you used up I got no more time to hear