Got a chain link fence and a red nosed pit I paid the cops off not give a shit Might turn myself just to see my friends My crazy ass kin and my mean girlfriend Ooh, ooh, yeah
Burnin' Newports in the gas stove light Cruising in the cuddy just to pass the time Shoebox safe and my stash locked tight I got a nine that goes off if you cross that line Ooh, ooh, yeah
I said a prayer last night I told God I'd be a better man And with a tear in his eye, He said "Son, don't lie, you're probably going to do it again" You're probably gonna do it again You're probably gonna do it again
I am a sinner, I ain't no saint I am a dealer of finer things I am a digger of my own grave
I said a prayer last night I told God I'd be a better man And with a tear in his eye, He said "Son, don't lie, you're probably going to do it again" You're probably gonna do it again You're probably gonna do it again
I said a prayer last night I told God I'd be a better man And with a tear in his eye, He said "Son, don't you lie"
I said a prayer last night I told God I'd be a better man And with a tear in his eye, He said Son don't lie you're probably gonna do it again You're probably gonna do it again You're probably gonna do it again Oh, yeah You're probably gonna do it again
I am a sinner, oh, yeah I am a sinner, oh, yeah Oh, yeah You're probably gonna do it again
Compositor: Gabe Simon / Carrie K / Josh Serrato / Ropyr Wetzel / Steph Jones