This track is dedicated to Ms. Melissa
The cashier at the Exxon on Walnut Road
Thanks for hooking me up with alcohol & tobacco when I was like 16–17
Ayy, I remember late nights ‘round the bonfire with my best friends and some Captain Morgan
Pouring up, getting drunk as f#ck, not slowing down until the f#cking morning
Black with the wood tip, on some hood sh#t, we were steady puffin’
Good kids with some bad habits, but god damnit I f#ckin’ loved it
40 degrees with a full moon, those winter nights, they were hittin’ different
I was mixing liquor with my Dr. Pepper making easy words turn to tongue twisters
f#ckin’ liver likе a whiskey river, I was drowning in it, Bridge to Tеrabithia
Fire burning with the moon light, and the stars shining, that’s a Big Dipper
Next day, mom mad as hell she could smell the liquor “you’re grounded Mr.”
Like 10 o’clock on a Sunday morning I’m dozin’ off to some bible scriptures (I showed up though!)
I smelled like bad decisions and a pack of Swishers (yeah)
Like bad decisions and a-
I was flippin’ dough just to make some dough, working part-time at the Pizza Shack
Taking all my money to my homie’s brother, he was 21, shoutout Trey for that
Here’s 80 bucks, keep 10 of that, use the rest to buy me some f#ckin’ Jack
Get some Captain Morgan and a bottle of vodka, I know the girls will be into that
All we’re missing now is some cold cans, and some Keystones, and a pack of stogies
Hit the Exxon on Walnut Road ‘cause the cashier is the f#ckin’ homie
Ms. Melissa didn’t give a single damn about an ID or the f#ckin’ police
Served young kids, like 16, I swear to god she the OG
20 minutes later, 87 acres, my homie’s parents think we’re in the house
They have no clue that we’re in the woods with a bonfire being hella loud
Alan Jackson on thew Bluetooth, coyote singing in the background
Red Solo cup with some liquor in it, who’s gonna be the first on to black out?
I got my money on Timbo, but really it might be Big Tuck
It could be Clay or it could be Mason, ‘cause both of them boys are some drunk f#cks
Beer Pong on a shitty table, hittin’ front cup, that was dumb luck
Slingin’ two cans of Four Loko like 24 ounce nunchucks
Sippin’ steady ‘till the sun’s up, Captain Morgan with my Mountain Dew
Beer cans on a tree stump, taking drunk shots with a .22
These were the nights that I f#ckin’ love, doin’ wreckless sh#t with my f#ckin’ crew
f#ck a bar, f#ck a club, a bonfire is the f#ckin’ move
I remember late nights ‘round the bonfire with my best friends and some Captain Morgan
Pouring up, getting drunk as f#ck, not slowing down until the f#cking morning
Black with the wood tip, on some hood sh#t, we were steady puffin’
Good kids with some bad habits, but god damnit I f#ckin’ loved it
40 degrees with a full moon, those winter nights, they were hittin’ different
I was mixing liquor with my Dr. Pepper making easy words turn to tongue twisters
f#ckin’ liver like a whiskey river, I was drowning in it, Bridge to Terabithia
Fire burning with the moon light, and the stars shining, that’s a Big Dipper
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