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I'm on my bullshit Barstool pimpin On a southern fried chicken On a whiskey-soaked August day And she told me last summer That she lost her only lover 'Cause he's got himself locked away He was cooking meth, trippin' She was on a pole strippin' Just American as apple pie Now she's looking for a lover 'Cause she wanna be a mother Trying to show me that she'd rather die She looks a little bit weathered But she's down for whatever And she probably knows a trick or two Says she got a few friends If you got a couple ends For they'd probably let you fuck them too I'm on my bullshit Smokin' and drinkin' Just wasting my time No worrying no thinking More women, more wine [x2] Songtexte I'm on my bullshit Drinkin with some trouble 'Til I start to see double And they put me in city jail Sometimes you may have problems And the only way to solve 'em Isn't always walk around with bail I lost a few nights And I lost a couple fights Blacked out on a whiskey bench I sold a lot of ticks Fucked a bunch of hot chicks And a couple that might make you cringe Got to keep it one hundred I'll say it if I done it Don't give a fuck about how you feel All you cheaters and liars With your cheap amplifiers Talk about how you're "Keepin' it real" I'm on my bullshit Smokin' and drinkin' Just wasting my time No worrying no thinking More women, more wine [x2] I'm on my bullshit Low temp dabbin' Pistol grip grabbin' I'm a chrome plated man of steel Severly underrated Occasionaly I'm hated 'Cause I like to tell it how I feel When push come to shove Got a whole lotta love For the people still holdin' me down Made a whole lotta ends And I kept a few friends Whole time I've been fucking around I'm on my bullshit Smokin' and drinkin' Just wasting my time No worrying no thinking More women, more wine [x2] I'm on my bullshit Aus Songtexte Mania