Come On Over

[Verse 1] Six pack, my life's in a bottle 18 wheels, is my rolling motto I stayed in the woods, and I played wit a six shot Still fucked up from all the pills that I swallowed School was a bore, I had no fun suspended My whole work was taking weed from a kitchen Pounds of hick stem, a fifth grade scum bag Threw bags in for Christmas, I'm high on attention Skateboard shoes, I had holes in my vision Before it was cool, I had unwanted attention Young girls heartbroke, I'm nothin' but trouble But life is a ditch, bitch, I'm just good wit a shovel Can you dig it? [Hook] Come on over Be so caught up It's all about compromise I see problems down the line I know that I'm right I know that I'm right [Verse 2] Yeah, you're probably right I'm probably DUI when I'm driving tonight I put my feet on the edge and kick my soul to the captain And just like Travis, I'm surviving the flight Yelling, "Go Alabama!", holding my banjo And turn up to Marshall and tune up to Dobro My truck ain't stuck, I got a winch in the toedo Had friends but they threw me out, when I'm down and low Yo what's up to the D-Boyz and the meth lab pimps All you Kid Rock fans and all you hippies in hemp If you've got waylon and Johnny right next to Straight Outta Compton You brought a shovel like mine, you probably been to the ditch And I can dig it [Hook] Come on over Be so caught up It's all about compromise I see problems down the line I know that I'm right I know that I'm right