Good morning, hold it up, come on and let’s go
This job ain’t gonna get itself done
And who knows what the day is gonna bring
Whatever it is won’t be a thing for me, stay
Yeah, I was just a baby when my mama came to me
She said, if you’re gonna get the bacon, gotta eat your own grease
Ain’t cooking for you, all got is your name, it’s them
And the is just like a fallen chain
I my wagon to a runaway train
I’m a six I pick and I queen
And me, me Thing
can’t help but see me when I through your town
Gonna wish I wasn’t going, hoping I’d stick around
When see a trail of dust and bling
You’ll know who to it’s yeah
And the is just like a fallen chain
I my wagon to a runaway train
I’m a six I pick and I queen
And me, me Thing
Brine stones, baby snakeskin boots
This old ain’t of it’s lace, but it beats true
Brine stones, baby snakeskin boots
This old ain’t of it’s lace, but it beats true
And the is just like a fallen chain
I my wagon to a runaway train
I’m a six I pick and I queen
And me, me Thing
me Thing
hey, yeah
