Fiend

(Whoa)
I see you boy, you flexin’ tough, huh?
Well, shit’ll change with a couple bucks
But I don’ came up from the mud, huh?
Bitch, I bleed a different kind of blood
And I just dropped a molly in my cup
Lord knows that won’t be enough
Shit, I will never give another fuck
(Whoa)
Traded my wings for some horns
I let go of the reins on my horse
I’ve filled up on liquor and whores
I’m a fiend and I stay tryin’ to be, yeah
And you could find my ass in Hollywood
I’m doin’ business
And I just dropped ‘bout ten thousand on
Chrome Heart stitches
And this new truck won’t fit in my garage
Once I lift it
I rip, I sew, I reap
(Whoa)
Traded my wings for some horns
I let go of the reins on my horse
I’ve filled up on liquor and whores
I’m a fiend and I stay tryin’ to be, yeah
(Whoa, oh, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(I’m a fiend and I stay tryin’ to be, yeah)
I see you boy, you flexin’ tough, huh?
Well, shit’ll change with a couple bucks
But I don’ came up from the mud, huh?
Bitch, I bleed a different kind of blood
And I just dropped a molly in my cup
Lord knows that won’t be enough
Shit, I will never give another fuck
(Whoa)
Traded my wings for some horns
I let go of the reins on my horse
I’ve filled up on liquor and whores
I’m a fiend and I stay tryin’ to be, yeah