Let your mamma know I've got a PHD in cheap hotels and taco bells,
And how the hell we're gonna get from here all the way to there with only 23 hours to go
Tell your brothers and you sisters too, I've got a master's in philosophy
I'm on a soapbox in the parking lot of a truck stop
And I won't stop popping at the mouth 'til the cows come home
Live like there's no tomorrow And when tomorrow comes, we're gonna do it all over again
Tell your friends I've written books on ends about how girls like you don't like boys like me
Even though my voice might crack let em know, gotta let em know
I still crack skulls and break backs so, tell your sons,
Rule 1: "Don't write checks with your mouth that your ass can't cash"
Live like there's no tomorrow and we'll do it all over again