i'm on that white boy shit
that's that white boy shit
i'm on that white boy shit
that's that white boy shit
i'm on that white boy shit
that's that white boy shit
i'm on that white boy shit
that's that white boy shit
i'm on that white boy shit
seeing stars in the middle of the day
dude where is my car? chevrolet
the cops'll have to bring the pepper spray
took a 5th of jim beam to the face
put your money where your mouth is
man this motherfuckin' club shit is so borin'
at least that's what i've been told
smokin' rezin out of rolled up tin foil
everybody saying i'm a weirdo
with the semi-automatic in my trench coat
quarter pound in my locker and a hundred tabs
i was trippin' balls in every class
hippies wearin' tie-dye t-shirts
sellin' brownies at a fuckin' fish concert
fuck with the cops just to run
is getting' drunk and shit and playin' with the loaded gun
my country's no country for an old man
tattoos to my feet and back up again
if your friend jumped off a bridge