[Verse 1]
I was on the field on a Friday night
Third string had to swallow my pride
I got thrown in on a fourth and five
Just so they could take a knee
I was only thinking about my six string
I remember coach trying to break us down
Two-a-day’s had us passing out
This week we away
Home from state
Lost by six, that’s the worst way
****, bus ride had a taste
a revelation about where I wanna be
I was drained of patience and my energy
Just to out I the wrong game
I was thinking about my six string
ain’t ever taking breaks
Oh, we shade in the cemetery
Drove a couple to the Oak
Heavy a little smoke
Mama’s up cornmeal grains
Daddy’s at the game
I was trying to make a name
I was my six string