I Swear

Now I ain\'t afraid of dyin\'

Y\'all can meet me at the church

While all my family cryin\'

They gon\' put me in the dirt

I\'d rather die a soldier than a coward Every time, I swear

(Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

(Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

She been hated by so many

Couldn\'t change her point of view

The smell of 1800 on her breath is her perfume

She rides on pills and whiskey and tequila in her veins I swear

(Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

(Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

I’m looted up on all this alcohol

I’m leaning sideways up against that far way wall

I’ve been chasing neon lights, but them lights ain’t taking me nowhere, nowhere

Don’t know if I’m alive or in a dream

Whether it’s life or death or in-between

But I’ve brave the wicked morning, barely waking down my sleeve

I’m there, I’m there

Now I ain\'t afraid of dyin\'

Y\'all can meet me at the church

While all my family cryin\'

They gon\' put me in the dirt

I\'d rather die a soldier than a coward Every time, I swear

(Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

(Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

She been hated by so many

Couldn\'t change her point of view

The smell of 1800 on her breath is her perfume

She rides on pills and whiskey and tequila in her veins I swear

(Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

(Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

She was sippin\' on some Jack Daniels

I told her, bitch, take it slow

She don\'t understand I\'m a rock star for real

Bitch, I got whiskey by the boatload Matter of fact, I\'m in the boat home Floatin\' down the river of drugs, paddlin\' the cargo

I\'m a boss, I got more shit than you could take

I got a yard full of cans, more than you can rake

Bring a big black trash bag for the mess After the party, have a maid clean up all the rest

I\'m a continuous vibe, need no sleep

Have your bare feet hangin\' out an old Jeep

You\'ll be wakin\' up outside of the farm party

And I\'ll be gone like a dead body, yeah, shawty

I\'ll show you how a southern boy get gnarly

That\'s church, ooh, lolly, ooh, lolly

Now I ain\'t afraid of dyin\'

Y\'all can meet me at the church

While all my family cryin\'

They gon\' put me in the dirt

I\'d rather die a soldier than a coward Every time, I swear

(Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

(Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

She been hated by so many

Couldn\'t change her point of view

The smell of 1800 on her breath is her perfume

She rides on pills and whiskey and tequila in her veins I swear

(Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

(Just keep them whiskey shots coming)