Late last night I was sitting down with my friends listening to the radio 

then a question was asked when a kid called in, this is how it goes 

If you only had an hour to live, what would you do 

I looked around at all of my friends and smiled cause they knew 



We would be sitting at a bar drinking Coors Light sucking on a fat blunt packed thick rolled tight 

Talking to the fine ass girl thats sitting right next to me 

Starting shit with people that could beat us 

Writing songs about it 

Lord I hope Im still alive 

The day that I die 



I hope my death is far away 

I hope I live to see another New Years Day 

I hope my kids will sing the same songs that were sang by me 

But I know taste will always change 

Pour out a cold one for me 

The day that I die 

Cause Id be 



Sitting at a bar drinking Coors Light sucking on a fat blunt packed thick rolled tight 

Talking to the fine ass girl thats sitting right next to me 

Starting shit with people that could beat us 

Writing songs about it 

Lord I hope Im still alive 

Lord I hope Im still alive 

The day that I die