6 Hits of Sunshine

Yeah, I'm throwed off,
 It ain't about the money
 I'ma blow it all
 I made my own lane
 Let's roll! Let's roll!
 Yeah, I'm going off
 Ain't got a whole lot
 But I'ma show it off
 Better recognize game
 Let's roll! Let's roll!
 Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town
 Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall
 Country folks all around
 How I was raised, 808 drums quake and they shake that Box '88
 And the dope boys' hotter than Hell's gate, but I,
 Still in the shade, with a fold out chair and a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate
 A-L-A–B-A-M-A,
 I'm off, I might pee in a lake
 I might go to Talladega and see me a race
 And bring me a case
 Yeah, I'm bringing a case, I'm getting throwed off
 And I'm all the way throwed off
 Z-71 take the bow off
 Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet Mohawk
 With a bright orange hat and a bat underneath that Chevy seat
 Yea buddy might go off, split you like a bowling ball
 Spit to you in my overalls
 Home of the Gummo
 Gotta couple a' folks that'll do it to you for the hundo
 And when them elephant feet rumble
 That Dixie cups gonna fall out of the console
 You don't wanna have a convo
 And not understand that 'Bama slanguage like
 "Holler" and "ain't it", but I come to paint
 So you won't get throwed off
 I'm just a kid that rocks
 I'm just a boy with a dream
 That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks
 Used to keep a 22 in a shoe box
 Now I bang Beretta
 She's twenty-two but I keep her in a tube top
 White trash and all
 Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off like
 How the fuck did I get a catalog
 With more hits than a fuckin' jack hammer dog
 Cause I planned it all
 Crimson Tide standing tall
 Shit, I'm another lit cannon ball
 Fuck around and I'm goin' off and I'm getting throwed off