B.F.E.
You would not know it if you seen it
We can live anywhere
But we'll never leave it
We do what we want
Never need a reason
We call it bum fucked Egypt B.F.E.
Its a way of life we live on the back side of small towns
Got them boats and guns (uh huh)
Them dogs that'll run (what)
Anything around, you can't beat B.F.E.
I'm that slow talking, pot hole road riding
Tobacco spitting, shit kicking kind
And I'm from that throwback town in
A trailer house, with a few hog dogs and one stop sign
When it comes to barking I leave it to the beagles
But if it comes to sparking I gotta desert eagle
Who cares about begin legal
We grow them trees that'll leave a
Blind man leaving here seeing and def man hearing voices
We all got choices in life and I chose to be partial to my kind
My environment raised a rebel ready to rebel
Got shells on the shelves by the cases
And blue 50 gallon barrel for the incase shit
You would not know it if you seen it
We can live anywhere
But we'll never leave it
We do what we want
Never need a reason
We call it bum fucked Egypt B.F.E.
Its a way of life we live on the back side of small towns
Got them boats and guns (uh huh)
Them dogs that'll run (what)
Anything around, you can't beat B.FE.
Y'all may live around trees, but I live in 'em
Got hard work in my genes 'n I ain't talking denim
Spend my evening in a pine with a venom tipped Easton arrow
There go dinner I shoot it, skin it then feast
I can rock to Judas priest
Or hip hop to boys that beast
While walking through molted leaves
We ain't as backwards as it seems
We just do us 'n don't fuss about what you think about what we do
We're to busy building a house so I can lay down my roots
To give a hoot, who gives a hoot about me
Long as I got a tin roof and my rifles gotta sling
I'm clean as a whistle on an official
Matter fact make it official
You would not know it if you seen it
We can live anywhere
But we'll never leave it
We do what we want
Never need a reason
We call it bum fucked Egypt B.F.E.
It's a way of life we live on the back side of small towns
We got them boats and guns (uh huh)
Them dogs that'll run
Anything around
Man you can't beat, B.F.E.
We can live anywhere
But we'll never leave it
We do what we want
Never need a reason
We call it bum fucked Egypt B.F.E.
Its a way of life we live on the back side of small towns
Got them boats and guns (uh huh)
Them dogs that'll run (what)
Anything around, you can't beat B.F.E.
I'm that slow talking, pot hole road riding
Tobacco spitting, shit kicking kind
And I'm from that throwback town in
A trailer house, with a few hog dogs and one stop sign
When it comes to barking I leave it to the beagles
But if it comes to sparking I gotta desert eagle
Who cares about begin legal
We grow them trees that'll leave a
Blind man leaving here seeing and def man hearing voices
We all got choices in life and I chose to be partial to my kind
My environment raised a rebel ready to rebel
Got shells on the shelves by the cases
And blue 50 gallon barrel for the incase shit
You would not know it if you seen it
We can live anywhere
But we'll never leave it
We do what we want
Never need a reason
We call it bum fucked Egypt B.F.E.
Its a way of life we live on the back side of small towns
Got them boats and guns (uh huh)
Them dogs that'll run (what)
Anything around, you can't beat B.FE.
Y'all may live around trees, but I live in 'em
Got hard work in my genes 'n I ain't talking denim
Spend my evening in a pine with a venom tipped Easton arrow
There go dinner I shoot it, skin it then feast
I can rock to Judas priest
Or hip hop to boys that beast
While walking through molted leaves
We ain't as backwards as it seems
We just do us 'n don't fuss about what you think about what we do
We're to busy building a house so I can lay down my roots
To give a hoot, who gives a hoot about me
Long as I got a tin roof and my rifles gotta sling
I'm clean as a whistle on an official
Matter fact make it official
You would not know it if you seen it
We can live anywhere
But we'll never leave it
We do what we want
Never need a reason
We call it bum fucked Egypt B.F.E.
It's a way of life we live on the back side of small towns
We got them boats and guns (uh huh)
Them dogs that'll run
Anything around
Man you can't beat, B.F.E.
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Writer(s): Jared Ryan Sciullo, Charlie Farley
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