| Ain’t no life like a low life, a low life’s what I am
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| Don’t need no restaurant, I’ll eat right from the can
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| And I’ve been known to drink all night long, lukewarm from a can
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| 'Cause there ain’t no life for a low life, 'cause that’s just who I am, yeah
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| You can never judge a book, by it’s cool tattoos
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| You can’t call a man broke 'cause he quit high school
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| You can’t throw a stone and hurt somebody that don’t care
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| I’m a low life, you see my middle finger in the air?
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| You ain’t sayin' nothin' that I just can’t handle
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| Wife beater clean pressed and some Mossy Oak sandles (Damn)
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| Spam from the can, tattoo, farmer tan
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| The clean cut mohawk and dirty ass hands
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| Cadillac Three bangin' loud neighbors hate me
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| And dudes can’t stand me, their wives wanna date me
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| Low life white trash, neighborhood flunkie (Flunkie)
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| You’re hooked on my sound like the neighborhood junkie (Junkie)
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| Low life and I’m lovin' it
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| Never push the envelope, because I’m shovin' it
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| Yeah, I got a bad ass wife dude
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| I guess it’s true she likes the low life too, ha
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| Ain’t no life like a low life, a low life’s what I am
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| Don’t need no restaurant, I’ll eat right from the can
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| And I’ve been known to drink all night long, lukewarm from a can
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| 'Cause there ain’t no life for a low life, 'cause that’s just who I am, yeah
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| Ain’t no life like a low life, a low life’s what I am
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| Don’t need no restaurant, I’ll eat right from the can
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| And I’ve been known to drink all night long, lukewarm from a can
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| 'Cause there ain’t no life for a low life, 'cause that’s just who I am, yeah
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| Low life, low rent, low profile
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| Dull knife, pup tent, low lifestyle
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| Canteen, two flasks and some charcoal
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| Shotgun, new mask, and a dark hole
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| I got everything I need for my lifestyle (What's that?)
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| And what I don’t need I throw it in the burn pile
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| They’re laughin' at me and I give not one damn
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| 'Cause this low life’s what I am
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| I ain’t gotta please you, man, I promise I don’t (Nope)
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| And I won’t appease you, man I promise I won’t
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| I’m a just be me, full of WT
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| See that’s white trash for all of y’all who never heard of me
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| Brahma Bull, yea it’s Moccasin Creek (What up?)
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| Got 'em bobbin' their head see 'em tappin' their feet
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| It’s that low life white trash, everybody’s laggin'
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| Better jump now, hop on the bandwagon
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| Ain’t no life like a low life, a low life’s what I am
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| Don’t need no restaurant, I’ll eat right from the can
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| And I’ve been known to drink all night long, lukewarm from a can
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| 'Cause there ain’t no life for a low life, 'cause that’s just who I am,
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| yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Ain’t no life like a low life |