Pop The Trunk

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog

Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog

I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause

What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with y'all?

Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow