Backpack-n-eldorado

Brooks Buford

Age zero in Alabama

On wire road in a camper

Son of a sad mom and a genius with bad grammar

Moved to Atlanta

Drivin' down Buford in a Pontiac

Pops was all that

Had me off in the back with Jim and Jack

Knew I'd grow up to be him

By the time I was 12 drinkin' vodka and gin

Throwin' rocks on the interstate

Thinkin' it was all great

When I finally met that white girl

Things started to break



Bridge:

Darkness mayhem I start to swayin'

4 days up and I start decayin'

Filthy, stinky, drinkin', invadin' homes

Lookin' for what I'm fadin'



Chorus:

High poison arrow

with a backpack and an eldorado

High poison arrow and U betta look up

cuz U know that I'm comin' down



Got outta rehab in the spring

Started doin my thing

Had been to hell twice and I was only 17

Managed to stay sober

Hustle and get over

fell in love, got played

Heart got mowed over

Had to start takin' meds

Somethin' wrong with my head

Turnin' into momma layin' off in the bed

A 6-year time lapse

Good times and raps

Got me a new girl and headed for relapse



Bridge

Chorus



I grabbed the keys up off the table

Told my girl another fable

Said I'd be right back sugar

Jumped in the ride and called the dealer

Cuz there ain't nobody realer

when U need that sack cracker

Gimme 4 of the good stuff and free my soul

Give me 3 of the bad I put the rest in my bowl

If I'm lyin, I'm flyin'

Get busy livin' or busy dyin'

I'm dizzy from Carolina to Georgia the sun shinin'

Back in the hospital rainin' May

Don't worry bout me

I'll be okay

Same ole song differnt day

Why di I even try

Another 28 days I'll be goin' away

Don't worry bout me I'll be okay

same ole song different day

Tell momma not to cry

mainline the sky gone U think I wanna be

dome