They got no tread left on these tires
They got no sole left on these boots
I'm pretty damn good at starting fire
Ain't never no good at planting roots
But if I had a doll and a tattoo for every heart I blow
I'd have a mansion in Malibu and you'd call me Post Malone
I'm living paycheck to paycheck, long neck to long neck
Son of the sunset and riding in the wheels, come on
Macarona, Macarola
Macarona, Macarola

Blind dated, drunk, stopped living
Paycheck to paycheck till my money's all gone
I'm rolling like a tumbleweed
No Smokies hot on my trip
There ain't no aces left up my sleeve
I'll go to Texas and y'all can just go to hell
I'm living paycheck to paycheck, long neck to long neck
Son of the sunset and riding in the wheels, come on
Macarona, Macarola
Blind dated, drunk, stopped living
Paycheck to paycheck till my money's all gone
I'm nothing, but a
Me, my money's doesn't work
I'm living paycheck to paycheck, long neck to long neck
Son of the sunset and riding i the wheels, come on
But I'm trivia's in, driving my loaded2
And that's just like that
I ain't ever gonna be cause I'm old


I'm living paycheck to paycheck til my money's all gone

Is all gone
Painted, painted
My money's all gone