[ Featuring Brock Strother ]
But you never really know though
But you never really know
But you never really know though
But you never really know (You never know)
But you never really know though
Money coming in it's by the boatload
Now they looking like a couple bozos
Saggin' on the track I got 'em so low (You never know)
But you never really know though
Money coming in it's by the boatload
Now they looking like a couple bozos
Saggin' on the track I got 'em so low (You never know)
It's the 479er, to the do it all the timer, to the go on bust a rhymer, but I do it from the jump (do it from the jump)
Sitting in recliner, to the wanna get behind ya, to the hold up I'll remind ya, let me spit it for you punks (spit it for you punks)
Finest of the china, to the china's even finer, like designer on designer need a double on the stunt (double up)
Pull into the diner with China's finest, your highest heinous
Every line is sicker than hepatitis, and every night is
Lifting lighters, grab the rifles, shooting spiders, talk to Clydus
Walked inside his single wider, looked around, talked "good timers"
Hopped inside his Honda Pilot, tried to drive it, then to fly it
Booked a right at, next turn, hooked a Linus, burnin tires
Where we headed? Ain't decided
Who's going? Am I invited?
Hitch hiking and riding with Clydus
"Oh boy" I'm excited
Here we go, flying private
Don't you know i'm the flyest?
Rolling coal, stacks the highest
Never know 'till you try it
But you never really know though
But you never really know
But you never really know though
But you never really know (You never know)
But you never really know though
Money coming in it's by the boatload
Now they looking like a couple bozos
Saggin' on the track I got 'em so low (You never know)
But you never really know though
Money coming in it's by the boatload
Now they looking like a couple bozos
Saggin' on the track I got 'em so low
(Hello? Yup)
My names Clydus, ("Hey Clydus")
I got a problem with not knowing what time is
I lose track every time that I close my eyelids
And right before I lose my **** I find where the pile is (I'll admit it)
Walkin' round pissed off ain't that fun when you can't remember what your mad about
Sooooooooo
Pour another cup and just remember what your glad about
And out for you, girl I had it out
And all that bat ****, I think I could bat it out
Pattie cake it till I pat it out
They told me dream big so I started thinking maybe matted out (maybe matted out?)
I think it's tragic how (tragic how)
My static's turned to havoc now
But that's the only way that I'll have it now
City slicker, country boy, Clydus, signing out
But you never really know though (signing out)
But you never really know (signing out)
But you never really know though
That's the only way that I'll have it now
But you never really know though
Money coming in it's by the boatload
Now they looking like a couple bozos
Saggin' on the track I got 'em so low (You never know)
But you never really know though
Money coming in it's by the boatload
Now they looking like a couple bozos
Saggin' on the track I got 'em so low
