歌詞
Riding down the road in a ragtop beater
With a one tit whore,
You really shoulda seen her
Larry's in the backseat
Sucking on a beer
Staring at the world
Wondering how he got here
Chad's in the motorhome,
Head unclear,
Wearing parachute pants to the new frontier
Matt and Dave heading the train,
Matt navigating and Dave changing lanes
Brett's stuck behind,
He never could find,
His panties or his wallet,
That bitch last night
This is what we hoped for,
This is what we dreamed,
Living like we want,
Highway kings
Never could we fathom,
Never could we be,
Stuck in an office with calendar freaks
We go where we want,
We go where they'll be,
Our fans, our money, our fantasy
Shitty-ass bars,
Cheap house drinks,
Leftover pizza, that's our routine
Waking up foggy feeling something ain't right,
Back door sore, that bitch last night
It's hard to say,
What we're we're trying to hide from
We're running we're dodging,
Self-imposed problems
This game this blame
Need that bitch's last name
Wakin' up in Austin,
It was time to hit the scene,
In the shower getting ready, my favorite jeans
Whore was still with me,
It certainly seemed,
Then a picture in her bra flashes on my phone screen
Look real close,
Just behind the frills,
The titless side of her stuffed with $20 bills
My wallet next to Brett's, no cards, picked clean,
No food, no booze, no gasoline
That last lapdance,
In hindsight,
Stole my weed, that
Bitch last night
Writer(s): James Mccannon, David Stropes
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