Middle Brother (feat. John McCauley, Matthew Vasquez & Taylor Goldsmith)

One, two, one, two, three
Stay hydrated from a double shot
Get my nourishment from a punch in the gut
Never really felt I had the best of luck
I got a big, big mouth that just a won't shut up

Hop in the car, turn the radio on
Out from the speakers, a familiar song
Head down the road, start to hum a long
I made it all the way home and left the TV on

But I'ma learn to fly an airplane
And it's gonna make my mama proud
I'm gonna get my dad to notice me
Even if I have to fly it into the ground

I know my days are numbered but I'm bad at math
I got a dick so hard that a cat could scratch
Made some bad decisions, I shouldn't go back
I can't see her, it's just-a not like that

You see I had this lovin' baby but I roughed her up
There's a little ounce of pain behind every grunt
All the noise that I make, I shouldn't complain
Regrets, Tourettes, I guess it's the same

But I'ma learn to fly an airplane
I'm gonna make my children proud
I'm gonna make them all respect me
Like when I first showed up in town, oh yeah

Uh huh

There ain't no money comin in 'cause I got child support
To a family who don't want me but won't leave me alone
It's a terrible way to live but it ain't my choice
I sign away all my earnings on a little invoice

Well, I could be the hero on the evening news
Smiling in the face of danger like there's nothing to lose
Taking out terrorists before it self detonates
Tell the kids stay in school and always get good grades

But I'm gonna learn to fly an airplane
And I'm gonna make my country proud
And I'm gonna send this song to Nashville
And sell my soul to a whole new crowd
Oh yeah