I'm on my bullshit
Barstool pimpin
On a southern fried chicken
On a whiskey-soaked August day
And she told me last summer
That she lost her only lover
'Cause he's got himself locked away
He was cooking meth, trippin'
She was on a pole strippin'
Just American as apple pie
Now she's looking for a lover
'Cause she wanna be a mother
Trying to show me that she'd rather die
She looks a little bit weathered
But she's down for whatever
And she probably knows a trick or two
Says she got a few friends
If you got a couple ends
For they'd probably let you fuck them too
I'm on my bullshit
Smokin' and drinkin'
Just wasting my time
No worrying no thinking
More women, more wine
[x2]
I'm on my bullshit
Drinkin with some trouble
'Til I start to see double
And they put me in city jail
Sometimes you may have problems
And the only way to solve 'em
Isn't always walk around with bail
I lost a few nights
And I lost a couple fights
Blacked out on a whiskey bench
I sold a lot of ticks
Fucked a bunch of hot chicks
And a couple that might make you cringe
Got to keep it one hundred
I'll say it if I done it
Don't give a fuck about how you feel
All you cheaters and liars
With your cheap amplifiers
Talk about how you're "Keepin' it real"
I'm on my bullshit
Smokin' and drinkin'
Just wasting my time
No worrying no thinking
More women, more wine
[x2]
I'm on my bullshit
Low temp dabbin'
Pistol grip grabbin'
I'm a chrome plated man of steel
Severly underrated
Occasionaly I'm hated
'Cause I like to tell it how I feel
When push come to shove
Got a whole lotta love
For the people still holdin' me down
Made a whole lotta ends
And I kept a few friends
Whole time I've been fucking around
I'm on my bullshit
Smokin' and drinkin'
Just wasting my time
No worrying no thinking
More women, more wine
[x2]
I'm on my bullshit
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