Oh hey wifey. That too. How you other day were spying on the hottie neighbor behind the bush using the binoculars thinking no one knew you were doing your slow run of farties.
Oh hey wifey. That too. How you other day were spying on the hottie neighbor behind the bush using the binoculars thinking no one knew you were doing your slow run of farties.
Now if your crown ain't bent and your halo ain't crooked yet
You might as well be six feet in dirt, yeah
Some call it danger, some call it trouble
I call it digging deep without a shovel
To get dirty, you gotta get a little mud on ya
Dirty, you gotta get a little blood on ya
It's the bruises and cuts, the way you kick the dust
You can't get dirty 'til you get a little mud on ya
A little blood on ya
Oh hey wifey. That too. How you other day were spying on the hottie neighbor behind the bush using the binoculars thinking no one knew you were doing your slow run of farties.