I hate trucks, I hate the mud
That gets stuck up in them tires
And **** I’m getting tired of climbing up, it really sucks
When you’re dressed up to the nines, but you can’t get inside
They’re always stopping for gas, they’re always driving too fast
They all got **** in the back, and I hate it
I swear I’d rather dead than get up in again,
I know it’s I it
I hate but I the boys
When get I ain’t got choice
I’m standing on the back of the seat
up there’s to me
That C-71, rolls up to get me I’ll shotgun
There’s only to them
I hate but I the them
I the way name, with accent
it’s magnet, single I open door
Good lord, I finally know what are for
I hate but I the boys
When get I ain’t got choice
I’m standing on the back of the seat
up there’s to me
That C-71, rolls up to get me I’ll shotgun
There’s only to them
I hate but I the them
I spend the rest of life
Rolling eyes on side
I hate but I the boys
When get I ain’t got choice
I’m standing on the back of the seat
up there’s to me
That C-71, rolls up to get me I’ll shotgun
There’s only to them
I hate but I the them
I the them
I hate but I the them
