Buck 65 - 463 - Buck 65 lyrics

I don't know whats wrong with the youth of today wondering lost it's true what they say and who is to blame? T.V and magazines, they'd have you belive, everyday was halloween. why when I was a kid, playing in the ditches living in fear of satan and the witches the whole world was made of wood and smelled like gasoline the days were atleast twice as long and the gra** was green. running for my life I was cursed by a talking snake I'd walk all day and throw rocks across a bottomless lake. there was a k**er in the woods who would whistle once in a while I could hear him shoot his pistol and the other kids hated me... but like a martyr i drove my self harder and harder blood in my eyes. scrubing to get the dirt off didn't say much didn't like to take my shirt off was quick but I didn't know the meaning of pain yet I'd visit father Bob and he would show me his train set tell me a story, offer me a gla** of milk send me on my way with a question to ask myself the rain didn't bother me the search had meaning church was good but I'd rather be dreaming high speed horse shoes harnneses and heavy string problem is today they've got an answer for everything 4-6-3 an x an o and I can't think of a better way to end the day 4-6-3 a yes a no and I can't think of a better way to end the day 4-6-3 a punch a kick and I can't think of a better way to end the day 4-6-3 it's life, d**h and I can't think of a better way to end the day learn the words turnin' the double play doing my damage in my own suttle way I've been all over I've seen to much I no longer feel the need to rush I'm upside down I'm inside out broken gla** all in my mouth cut wide open and everybody knew why 'cause when it comes to rockin something fearce mmmm do I 4-6-3 an x an o and I can't think of a better way to end the day 4-6-3 a yes a no and I can't think of a better way to end the day 4-6-3 a punch a kick and I can't think of a better way to end the day 4-6-3 it's life, d**h and I can't think of a better way to end the day