Where My Ass Is

Where My Ass Is Lyrics

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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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.