s no Bourbon Jack or Gin Eternity is far to long the reason why I wrote this song Hell, it sounds pretty good to me Hell, it sounds pretty good to me Hell
you when they need somethin Trees for the blunt 'n, to g's for the frontin I found a way to get piece of mind for years And left the hell alone, turn
play with yer cock and balls fer a while." J.N.: "I'm just gonna eat, mom." Momma: "All right. And then maybe a little later, you can play with yer cock
peace sign, put the index down Put up the peace sign, put the index down Put up the peace sign, put the index down [Travis:] Look mom no hands Yer little
