Rifle thru the day to hit the night
Breaking walls with all your might
Figure out the rest, and give your name
Being tired is not to blame
My mood comes through
Cut the grass until I’m blue
Keep it down, an’ hit the night
Next Tuesday with all your might

The goal maybe down the highway
Oh your mama, oh how she cry today
Missy fulfilled all her goals
Wine bags and a nice fake rolls
Cheap diamonds or tallboys and races
TV gets the mind, crumbles, unlaces
Zone for a few but hit the night
Next Tuesday with all your might

Yellow slo’ mo’
And blue untrue
Dark Red grassfed
Lean green mountain scene
Bright white with all your might
Next Tuesday will be alright