POS

The nights away

I miss the days the headlights from the Convoy of cars could be seen for miles

Man we sure knew how to throw em

Everybody wanted to be at The Pasture Party

Had them city folks driving three hours just To come kick it way out in the pasture just Past the pine thickets where the POS Gathered threw down harder had'em

Had'em putting everything on the line just For a taste of what we had and at the time We didn't even know what that was

Now we may be getting older but we're all Still left

People got me trippin

Out my Stanley I be sipping

Swear going so fast the Ole shit handle You'd be gripping

Now don't get tha wrong impression

We all living through the same Biden Depression