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 sucking on a fat blunt packed thick rolled tight talking to the fine ass girl that's sitting right next to me Starting shit 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 death 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 sucking on a fat blunt packed thick rolled tight talking to the fine ass girl that's sitting right next to me Starting shit 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