Cypress Spring No More Fux Lyrics

8 miles down that [?] clay road (clay road)
To a place where the cops don't go (don't go)
Riding 4x4s, drop below (drop below)
Round up all the girls that we know

We riding high
Can't give no more fux
I just ran out

Drink up all the whiskey
We done drank the bar dry
Smoked all the weed up
Can't get no more high
Yeah I'm super numb
But I feel so alive
In the back of my truck
Looking up at the sky, ay

Somebody tell 'em get ready man
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Don't kill my buzz, let me just vibe
Ain't going nowhere, I'm too wasted to drive
Stop all that talking, you blowin' my hype
Please don't go wasting all of my supply
I'm going crazy, look at stars
[?]

We riding high
Can't give no more fux
I just ran out

I made a killing all up in the kitchen [?] them chickens
And I had to watch everyone of my homies [?]
I had to switch it up, pick up the mic
Do something different, and change up my life
Now I'm on charts, I'm doing it right
Living a crazy one hell of a life
I can be anywhere, look where I landed
I'm taking off, all these others are stranded
We made a company, look how we branded Now we all pouring up glasses of brandy
[?] out of the mud
No wonder why everyone's showing us love
We ain't the ones to sweep under the rug
We come for the Crown so pour this shit up

8 miles down that [?] clay road (clay road)
To a place where the cops don't go (don't go)
Riding 4x4s, drop below (drop below)
Round up all the girls that we know

We riding high
Can't give no more fux
I just ran out

8 mile down a dirt road
I think I wound up in heaven (heaven)
I'm taking two minute shots, man
I shoulda ended at 7 (7)
Party ended at 11
Drank too many, '57 Chevies (yeah)
I should've stopped with the Crown
Now, damn, who's driving my Chevy? (what?)
I'm in the passenger seat (seat)
Fading in and out
Music way too f*cking loud
Somebody turn it down (down)
I think I'm blacking out
There ain't no backing out (nah)
I'm already committed now
So I'm packing [?]

8 miles down that [?] clay road (clay road)
To a place where the cops don't go (don't go)
Riding 4x4s, drop below (drop below)
Round up all the girls that we know

We riding high
Can't give no more fux
I just ran out