| They say we get litty daily | 
| I say that we’re livin' crazy | 
| With all of this liquor drinkin' | 
| I bet that my liver hate me | 
| Fuck what all them bitches thinkin' | 
| Time to get the shifter crankin' | 
| I been living life on thin ice | 
| And I been figure skatin' | 
| Boots and blue jeans, guitar and tattoos | 
| That southern rock shit, spittin' bars we rap too | 
| I truly envision that I make moves for a livin' | 
| Life story full of whiskey, weed and beautiful women | 
| Man this Adderall and alcohol | 
| I’m drowning y’all, I’m bound to fall | 
| My heart rate it is soundin' off | 
| It’s pulsating and poundin' out | 
| And I’m just tryna wake up for in the mornin' | 
| But even in detox it’s not where I’m goin' | 
| Ain’t livin' long like this (and I ain’t livin' long like this, like this) | 
| Ain’t livin' long like this, am I baby (am I baby) | 
| Ain’t livin' long like this (I ain’t livin' long like this, like this) | 
| Ain’t livin' long like this, am I baby (am I baby) | 
| No sleep from nightmares of my old sins | 
| I ain’t died that night, somebody did so there’s no win | 
| When my day comes, no stressin' I’ll be restin' | 
| No depression or aggression, squeezin' the Smith & Wesson | 
| Been caressin' death, feel the breath breathin' down my neck | 
| Stop time, walkin' the line, waiting on dots to connect | 
| I’m slow dancin' with my life to the beat of the drum | 
| That’s hangin' off the AR, shoot for the stars aim for the sun | 
| Got a pain in my lungs, twenty years of smokin' Newports | 
| Gray hair since fightin' both sentences and two courts | 
| Livin' by two swords, anger issues in my few shorts | 
| So all in due course I’ll be the star that they shoot for | 
| Ain’t livin' long like this (and I ain’t livin' long like this, like this) | 
| Ain’t livin' long like this, am I baby (am I baby) | 
| Ain’t livin' long like this (I ain’t livin' long like this, like this) | 
| Ain’t livin' long like this, am I baby (am I baby) | 
| And I ain’t livin' long like this | 
| Tryin' not to fall but I’m losin' all my grip | 
| I was lookin' for trouble and I found it son | 
| Right down the barrel of a lawman’s gun (lawman's gun) | 
| And I ain’t livin' long like this | 
| Hustlin' is all I know so it’s all I did | 
| I been goin' insane, I been drinkin' every day | 
| And I really don’t think Hank did it this way, naw |