Bucky Philips

Lord knows im terrified but if god will it
Theyre gonna know me in the county like im bucky philips
Trench coat mafia
Role player alchemy
Thirty off the bench
And im feelin pretty baller

Canopener the ceiling of the mess hall
Literally bust out the can with a canopenner
And crawlin thru the air ducts
Nothing can prepare us
Gotta make my mind up
Gotta make my mind up

Gotta establish a front
Break into cabbins and run
Freak on a leash, kapish
I feel like daringer son

Making a livable wage
Miserly with all the ways
Canoper the canned goods
Use it like im sposed to

What you may call a cabin
I might call a bunker
What i may call a sweet ride
You might call a clunker

Underfunded
Stuck in the mud shit
Put a damper on the fun
Circumvent it all

Lord knows im terrified but if god will it
They gonna know me in the county like im bucky philips
Whatever plan he is concocting landing us in prison
Shiitake mushroom grown on a log where dope is hidden

Smoking on some chronic
Smelling like a Tarp skunk

He gonna freak his small apartment like the unibomber
We're all only several steps ahead of our alcoholic fathers

Meth can fuel crimes against humanity
Shoot that motherfucker
Burn the house down



Credits
Writer(s): Kaleh Mendez-demello
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