3 To 10 — текст песни (Lucky Boys Confusion)

It`s 3 to 10 the pigs are here
Give me 10 seconds to slam my beers

No wounded soldiers kill them all

The pigs found me in a bathroom stall

They called me an addict, fucking alcoholic

Now I got bread and water, slamming

In a room with padded walls

I was very much alive when I stepped off of the southwest

Thinking about the brew that is cool, cause we keep it in fridge, yes

It`s about six the fix, the fix running

I drop the beat kid you keep it bumping

Suzie`s friends dropping hints, what am I supposed to do

All the rooms are taken and the bitch`s got a curfew

Barely 18 and bro she`s a freak

I think she needs a piece of this 420 Geek

All the rooms are taken, well there`s always the backseat

Keep that caddy rocking, well there`s always the backseat

Let`s take this from the top cause on top`s where I like to be

Let me introduce you to my headboard girly

On the queen size we`re doing our thing

Crack! There goes the boxspring

Mama`s knocking on the door Who do you got in there?

It`s that god damn lucky boy! Mama just wants to share

I`d have given it to her mom, but daddy-o he had a shotgun

Oh shit, your mama`s knocking, well there`s always the backseat

Officer R. Cappelan treating me like a felon

Don`t make me get crazy on you like Curtis Mellin

Unlawful consumption of alcohol by a minor

I bet put down more than you old timer

They know all about me ain`t that a shame

What`s my claim to fame, my name, my name

To the undercover cop the lowest form of life

They got a warrant, reason to fear

They got a warrant, drop your beer