My gold diggin' ex found a Cadillac, man
While I was bustin' my ass for old Uncle Sam
Got a fence postin' in the gate of my truck
I wouldn't have nothin' if it wasn't for bad luck
Locked out of all my good intentions
About to dive into the trouble I've been missin'
Burn up like a powder from a gun I'm tyin' on,
boy
Yeah,
I'm fuckin' on, boy
I didn't *** the bottle,
yeah,
the bottle grabbed me I'll be ridin'
this train till the sun starts to creep
Got a woman of the night hangin' on to my hip
Got a miller in her hand and a smoke on her
lip Locked out of all my good intentions
About to dive into the trouble I've been missin'
Burn up like a powder from a gun I'm tyin'
on, boy Yeah,
I'm tyin' on, boy
Yeah,
I'm drinkin' on, boy
I'm smokin' on, boy
I'm fuckin' on, boy
I'm tyin' on, boy
Yeah,
locked out of all my good intentions About
to dive into the trouble I've been missin'
Burn up like a powder from a gun I'm tyin' on,
boy
Yeah,
locked out of all my good intentions About
to dive into the trouble I've been missin'
Burn up like a powder from a gun I'm tyin' on,
boy Yeah,
I'm fuckin' on, boy