[Part I]

[Intro: Arthur Morgan]
All I ever wanted was a fast horse to ride some more
Fuck being honorable, give em what they all deserve

[Chorus: Arthur Morgan]
It’s not enough
Few solid members left but it's not enough
Few plans Dutch really stressed but it’s not enough
Say that we should leave the West but it’s not enough
I take all they cash, (Hosea) yeah somebody gotta loot it
I'll make my gun spit brass, (Hosea) yeah, somebody gotta shoot it
I'll kick Micah’s ass, (Hosea) shit, that boy’s gonna lose it
(Arthur & Hosea) Huh, we survived outside, all from the bullets, boy, what?

[Verse 1: Arthur Morgan]
They like, "What is wrong?"
I done been through it in the jungle like the Viet Cong
This is not a song
This that boy Micah’s doom but you can sing along
[Hosea]
You need you a plan, Dutchie, I don't understand, Dutchie
Eyes are turning red with a gun in your hand
Used to be just you and me but now you at this boy’s command, Dutchie
Don’t listen to this fucking rat or I’ll be damned, Dutchie
[Chorus: Arthur Morgan]
It’s not enough
Few solid members left but it's not enough
Few plans Dutch really stressed but it’s not enough
Say that we should leave the West but it’s not enough
I take all they cash, (Hosea) yeah somebody gotta loot it
I'll make my gun spit brass, (Hosea) yeah, somebody gotta shoot it
I'll kick Micah’s ass, (Hosea) shit, that boy’s gonna lose it
(Arthur & Hosea) Huh, we survived outside, all from the bullets, boy, what?

[Verse 2: Arthur Morgan]
Hey turn this TB off
I did some bad deeds so I got a TB cough
Hey, what, huh Micah still be looking weak that boy soft
We gon’ put him in a tomb like his name was Lara Croft

Who you with? Couple feds and some boys that can’t shoot straight
But really you just wrapped around their fingers like a shoestring
The Van der Linde gang, we the ones who really do things
Man looking like that you ain't never get no poontang

[Hosea]
Hey, what's up, though?
I hate when Dutch is planning and it turns to a shitshow
I hate when Micah’s manning camp and let’s his fucking gun blow
If you ain't killing for no money, what you kill for?
Micah feel like he entitled 'cause he got steady hand
Yeah that boy can shoot straight but I do not think he does in bed
We pixar I’m moving Onward and that boy is Turning Red
I don’t give a damn that’s just what I said, Arthur tell em’

[Chorus: Arthur Morgan]
It’s not enough
Few solid members left but it's not enough
Few plans Dutch really stressed but it’s not enough
Say you wanna be the best but it’s not enough

[Part II]

[Intro: Arthur Morgan]
Huh
Huh, huh
Hey
Hey (John) Marston on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Arthur Morgan]
MARSTON

[Chorus: John Marston]
Bandits getting cash, but somebody gotta loot it
Got my foot up in they ass, but somebody gotta boot it
[Chorus: Arthur Morgan & John]
Huh, turn this TB off, turn this TB off
Huh, turn this TB off, turn this TB off
Huh, turn this TB off, turn this TB off
Huh, turn this TB off, turn this TB off

[Verse: John Marston]
Ain’t no other name they know me by, I’m Van Winkle
Sleeping on the opps so I can live to have some damn wrinkles

But everybody tryna shit on Arthur’s name
No we not blood but that’s my brother leave em dead we ain't playing games
These boys wish they had my aim wish they had my vocal flame
Put that on my last name cause Jack’ll put their ass to shame

But nowadays I’m feeling fond about my lady
And I call that girl my tigress cause I’m flowing like Euphrates

Not a big fan of the government
If those boys show up I’m gonna leave em bent
They call us savages because we like to live in tents
But I ain’t moving to the city fuck paying rent

These boys don’t know what to do when we come to town
Take their cash take their lives pants looking brown

These plans dutch is handing me yeah but I believe cause we rebellin’
Walk in Saint Denis I’m with Van Der Linde and Arthur’s yellin’

[Chorus: Arthur Morgan]
MARSTON

[Chorus: John Marston]
Bandits getting cash, but somebody gotta loot it
Got my foot up in they ass, but somebody gotta boot it

[Chorus: Arthur Morgan]
Huh, turn this TB off, turn this TB off
Huh, turn this TB off, turn this TB off
Huh, turn this TB off, turn this TB off
Huh, turn this TB off, turn this TB off


[Outro: Micah Bell]
Dutch he’s crazy, weary, sick and delirious
Crazy, weary, sick and delirious
Dutch he’s crazy, weary, sick and delirious
Crazy, weary, sick and delirious
Dutch he’s crazy, weary, sick and delirious
Crazy, weary, sick and delirious
Dutch he’s crazy, weary, sick and delirious
Crazy, weary, sick and delirious