You said I know I get it all, yeah, I bet
In your mind, you think you can handle it all
I wanna see ya, alright, yeah, okay now
Blame every mistake you made on the luck of a losing
Still bruised from every fight your choosing
Pick a side pick up a gun and shoot it
Don't you feel like a cheater
Got gloves, you caught that sunset
Rented lamborghini for that hollywood livin'
Another night on a thousand count linen
Wouldn't drop a dollar to save your momma
Fuck 'em all long as the team is winning
I'm just a white trash no good
Bad boys tattooed whiskey drink all-day drug use
Damn right, yeah, okay now
At the club with the promiscuous women
Cigarette smoke and cocaine sellin'
I'm may be the child of a man in prison
But at least I ain't no goddamn gimmick
"Reasons of rock and roll music and why I preach against it, I believe
With all of my heart that it is
A contributing factor to our juvenile delinquency of today, uh the evil
The feeling that you feel when you sing it"
WRITERS
Jamie Douglass, John Schreffler, Michael Wayne Atha, Ted Kamp, Waylon Albright Jennings