Whiskey cigars and fast cars?
When bret hart meet brett farve
Twista finna get up on the track
To put it simply, they're just sad.
Do just feeling a little sad
I don't know why i'm even on this track
With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,
Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke
Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive
I'm going through something with life
We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit
In a southern redneck trailer park where you ain't got a minute,
I'm over sitting in my room, with a sad frown.
Suckas is talking like i ain't still around
To gangstas i'm a motherfuckin' redneck from a trailer park,
This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard
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