Late last night I was sitting down with my friends listening to the radio
Then a question was asked when a kid called in, this is how it goes
If you only had an hour to live, what would you do?
I looked around at all of my friends and smiled 'cause they knew.
We'd be sitting at a bar drinking Coor's light
s**ing on a fat blunt packed thick rolled tight
Talking to the fine a** girl that's sitting right next to me.
Starting sh** with people that could beat us
Writin' songs about it.
Lord I hope I'm still alive the day that I die.
I hope my d**h is far away. I hope I live to see another New Years Day.
I hope my kids will sing the same songs that were sang by me but
I know taste will always change.
Pour out a cold one for me the day that I die.
'Cause I'd be sitting at a bar drinking Coor's light
s**ing on a fat blunt packed thick rolled tight
Talking to the fine a** girl that's sitting right next to me.
Starting sh** with people that could beat us
Writin' songs about it.
Lord I hope I'm still alive,
Lord I hope I'm still alive the day that I die.