Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song B.F.E., artist - Charlie Farley. Date of issue: 11.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
B.F.E. |
| You would not know it if you seen it |
| We can live anywhere but we’ll never leave it |
| We do what we want, never need a reason |
| And we call it Bum Fucked Egypt |
| It’s a way of life lived on the backside of small towns |
| We got them boats and guns |
| Them dogs that’ll run anything around |
| Man you can’t beat B.F.E. |
| Yea I’m that slow talking, pot hole road riding, tobacco spitting, |
| shit kicking kind |
| And I’m from a throwback town in a trailer house, with a few hog dogs and one |
| stop sign |
| When it comes to barking I leave it to the beagles but if it comes to sparking |
| I got a desert eagle |
| Who cares about being legal we grown them trees that’ll leave a blind man |
| Leaving here seeing and a def man hearing voices |
| We all got choices in life and I chose to be partial to my kind |
| My environment raised a rebel ready to rebel |
| Got shells on the shelves by the cases and a blue 50 gallon barrel for the |
| incase shit |
| You would not know it if you seen it |
| We can live anywhere but we’ll never leave it |
| We do what we want, never need a reason |
| And we call it Bum Fucked Egypt |
| It’s a way of life lived on the backside of small towns |
| We got them boats and guns |
| Them dogs that’ll run anything around |
| Man you can’t beat B.F.E. |
| Ya’ll may live around trees, I live in them |
| Got hard work in my genes and I ain’t talking denim |
| Spend my evening in a pine with a venom tipped Easton arrow |
| There goes dinner, shoot it, skin it, then feast |
| I can rock to Judas Priest or hip hop with boys that beast |
| While walking through molted leaves, we ain’t as backwards as it seems |
| We just do us and don’t fuss about what you think about what we do |
| We’re too busy building a house and laying down roots to give a hoot who gives |
| a hoot about me |
| Long as I got a tin roof and my rifles got a sling, I’m clean as a whistle on |
| an official |
| Matter of fact, make it official |
| You would not know it if you seen it |
| We can live anywhere but we’ll never leave it |
| We do what we want, never need a reason |
| And we call it Bum Fucked Egypt |
| It’s a way of life lived on the backside of small towns |
| We got them boats and guns |
| Them dogs that’ll run anything around |
| Man you can’t beat B.F.E. |