Black Sheep

You don’t wanna come ride with me
There’s a loaded pistol in the floorboard and a bag of weed under the seat
My tags have been expired since two thousand seventeen
But I don’t care if I get arrested, watch it sell all my show seats
Black sheep, why don’t you ever sleep
By the buzz you have and who you are, you’re gettin' in way too deep
And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed
For bein' somethin' that ain’t been seen in a while, and that’s what record
labels fear (Yeah, they do)
You don’t wanna talk sideways out the side your neck
I’ll pull up at your gig on Broadway and punch you in your shit
And as far as the millionaires go, they know I can’t be handled
I’m too outlaw for this new-age, tell 'em good luck gettin' me canceled
Black sheep, why don’t you ever sleep
By the buzz you have and who you are, you’re gettin' in way too deep
And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed
For bein' somethin' that ain’t been seen in a while, and that’s what record
labels fear
Black sheep, why don’t you ever sleep
By the buzz you have and who you are, you’re gettin' in way too deep
And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed
For bein' somethin' that ain’t been seen in a while, and that’s what record
labels fear