Yeah back once again Danny Boone Brooks Buford are Rehab
Fresh off another bender so fresh come on

[Danny Boone]
My hearts got a black eye and sometimes I get scared that it might cry
Why do I pretend that I'm not shy sometime all I do is just stay high
I wanna bare the same thoughts I wear a fake smile
Playing happy go lucky but my insides are hostile
Maybe I'm asking for more than I'm supposed to have
Don't wanna write my own epitaph
I went a week without drinking then I went on a binge
Went a week without thinking in my lunatic fringe
If it wasn't for the notebook and the Bic pens
I'd go crazy guess I'm lucky I don't have to keep it locked in
What in the hell? I'm not well and it ain't hard to tell
That I dwell in my head and the devil's in the details
And I massage my temples try to keep it simple y'all

[Hook]
Carry on and you sing my song
Carry on till the early morn we be on
Don't be home till the money's gone
Carry on till the break of dawn
Carry on

[Brooks Buford]
I rather stand on the corner and laugh my ass off
I paid my dues I done worked my ass off
And work never got me no where
It was like God, luck and I just happen to be there
And I'm gon' blow up when I blow up
And if I don't blow up fuck it I don't blow up
At least I don't have to grow up
And let me smoke my cigarette
I'm thinking right now 'bout all the things I won't get
A bunch of bullshit I really don't need
A bunch of dumb bitches mixing Crack and Weed
But I got caffeine and I got pills
I got me a beat machine and I got skills
And so what if I gotta sleep all day
It ain't like I'm missing much anyway
Cuz it's fake and it's all taped
You're all full of shit so I'll be away
[Hook]
Carry on and you sing my song
Carry on till the early morn we be on
Don't be home till the money's gone
Carry on till the break of dawn
Carry on

[Brooks Buford]
You all look at me like I done lost my mind
Wearing argyle socks doing the bump and grind
I got a Izod v-neck a high tech redneck
Pumas and foamy hat so give me respect
I spent about ten years in hole
After a light-skinned girl cold stole my soul
But now I'm up I don't give a fuck
You can have my depression you can eat my butt
I don't need no philosophies except my own
For Christ's sake I'm 29 I guess I'm grown
And I've learn enough to know I don't know shit
I bitched and moaned but I never quit
Kept on surviving and kept on striving
Fixed my transmission and kept on driving
So I guess it's okay to be mentally ill
Cuz it ended up paying all my damn bills

[Hook]
Carry on and you sing my song
Carry on till the early morn we be on
Don't be home till the money's gone
Carry on till the break of dawn
Carry on
[Brooks Buford]
Yeah you know sometimes you just can't be tripping on everything
You gotta let it go. You gotta let it all go no matter what's going on and carry on
Get up one more day walk out in the street slap your best friend
Tackle the neighbors you know maybe even go play a little mailbox baseball
Whatever just don't don't die HAHAHA don't die HAHAHA

Wow you freestylin' hot
That was hot print it
And that's the way the story goes
We had to freestyle he just had to do it better than everybody else
Sorry man