Hook:
in the backseat packing a full one
reminisce bout the days of the old
never seemed anyway we were owed one
if it’s the best that it got we were sold

in the backseat, petty and cold ones
reminisce of the days we were bold
never seemed anyway we were owed one
it was the best that it got


tom petty on the radio, 4 mufuckas with a 12 pack, there we go, gas in the tank, hurry up, now hit the road,
dirt for days and going home was debatable,

playing old time, like mellencamp, small town, in the plymouth went and hell and back,
doing nascar shit on the last day, that’s my dawg nate wild since the 3rd grade,

long chains, long hair, smoke cigs, flannels and manson is now who our pope is, that’s some dope shit, dope hat and lunchbox, kicked outta class for t shirts and gun talk,

see the sun drop time for the wild west, these are nuts dropped, my how the night’s wet, i aint arrived yet, what was my mindset, i tried but I couldn’t swell twice like a bicep


man i love when the world wasn’t politics, all we do is partying and getting dicks sucked by the prettiest,
occasionally hideous, but we some miscreants, our parents were oblivious,

yeah, they prolly knew that we smoked a bunch, but did they know that you sold it once, or twice, they prolly knew that you had a girl, but guys, did they know what you did when they out at night?

no, but your dad wondering why, his sheets smell the freshest that they have since you knee high, or since you were born, pervert of sorts, but he remembers when your mother was as tight as a cork

whoah. i’m saying we ha d some be bad,
we see past the creep and leave disaster prefabbed,
these are the things that we keep in our triage
of personal rehab, before we had screen grabs


every year was a lifetime, every tear shed was a friend i lost over what I’ve chalked up to high tide, swing like the moon in the night, while i tried to get by, die on inside

came back, 2 years as an outcast, hated for nothing but i wouldn’t change that, pain in my heart, but all of the clouds passed, outlast hating mufuckas if the doubts cast

i know all you sons of bitches aint got shit, cuz i seen your images,
i’m out here like fuck you all, forgot you all until this rhyme had to get the fuck on,

telling y’all to get the fuck on, yelling at you out the window, piss off you peon,
or give me a reason
i’m feeling we gon be in some heat like freddie, but i’m decent at dreaming