Rub It to Death - Nashville Pussy

Here we go, back again

Same old road

Where we crashed a million times before

One last round, then the ground

Another useless line in the sand

Feelin' low, ridin' high

Cause we all know that I’m

Still the biggest piece in the whole damn bucket

In the whole damn bucket

So what did you expect,

To retire with dignity

I’d rather rub it to death

Damn right, this pussy’s tight

Well it’s all part of our plan

Last chance to get in your pants

Too much work for an honest man

Feelin' low, ridin' high

Cause one thing I learned is

Too hell with honey

You catch more flies with money

You catch more flies with money

And you won’t see no flies around me

Feel like God, smoking meth

And I’m going to rub it to death