Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Rock a set, find a couch
Drink until it's comfortable and pass the f*ck out
5 hours under than it's on a new route
Get a gas station meal, it ain't genteel
Ramen and hot dogs have lost their appeal
Ballin on a budget always looking for a deal
We're ballin on a budget looking for shit to steal
So crack another beer, twist up another blunt
Spark it in the back, pass it to the front
Wolf man at the wheel steady pushing on the ride
We're touring in a van with free candy on the side
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Yo I got tacos in my belly, a 40 in my hand
I've been sleeping on a floor
I've been living in a van
Running out of hope
I'm running from the man
I ain't much for explanations try to understand
We're working on our fame one fan at a time
While we f*ck up our lives one can at a time
Stale beer cheap whiskey, drink it up by the pint
You can find us on the highway steady crossing state lines
Cuz we're rocking sets across 48 states
Gonna catch a boat to Europe, hit up France for the crepes
Sold out show in china mackin out on rice cakes
Encore in Antarctica punch a penguin in the face
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Broke strings broke dreams broke bones and lips
Until I break into this game
I'll be broke as shit
But you can remember my name
Cause I'll never quit
I'll get that money and
And I'll stop writing about brokenness
Call me a chauvinist but one day I'll be the man
Look a gift horse in the mouth just because I know I can
Get a steed on spinnin rims on an easy payment plan
Economics ain't a problem when you're in the Promised Land
But til that day comes we'll stay steady on our grind
Nomadic and erratic with inebriated minds
Drinking Rikaloff in Slurpee's cause we just don't f*cking care
Baby you can call us herpes, we ain't going anywhere
Bumpin Uglies - Load In Load Out Lyrics
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Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Rock a set, find a couch
Drink until it's comfortable and pass the f*ck out
5 hours under than it's on a new route
Get a gas station meal, it ain't genteel
Ramen and hot dogs have lost their appeal
Ballin on a budget always looking for a deal
We're ballin on a budget looking for shit to steal
So crack another beer, twist up another blunt
Spark it in the back, pass it to the front
Wolf man at the wheel steady pushing on the ride
We're touring in a van with free candy on the side
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Yo I got tacos in my belly, a 40 in my hand
I've been sleeping on a floor
I've been living in a van
Running out of hope
I'm running from the man
I ain't much for explanations try to understand
We're working on our fame one fan at a time
While we f*ck up our lives one can at a time
Stale beer cheap whiskey, drink it up by the pint
You can find us on the highway steady crossing state lines
Cuz we're rocking sets across 48 states
Gonna catch a boat to Europe, hit up France for the crepes
Sold out show in china mackin out on rice cakes
Encore in Antarctica punch a penguin in the face
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Broke strings broke dreams broke bones and lips
Until I break into this game
I'll be broke as shit
But you can remember my name
Cause I'll never quit
I'll get that money and
And I'll stop writing about brokenness
Call me a chauvinist but one day I'll be the man
Look a gift horse in the mouth just because I know I can
Get a steed on spinnin rims on an easy payment plan
Economics ain't a problem when you're in the Promised Land
But til that day comes we'll stay steady on our grind
Nomadic and erratic with inebriated minds
Drinking Rikaloff in Slurpee's cause we just don't f*cking care
Baby you can call us herpes, we ain't going anywhere
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Rock a set, find a couch
Drink until it's comfortable and pass the f*ck out
5 hours under than it's on a new route
Get a gas station meal, it ain't genteel
Ramen and hot dogs have lost their appeal
Ballin on a budget always looking for a deal
We're ballin on a budget looking for shit to steal
So crack another beer, twist up another blunt
Spark it in the back, pass it to the front
Wolf man at the wheel steady pushing on the ride
We're touring in a van with free candy on the side
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Yo I got tacos in my belly, a 40 in my hand
I've been sleeping on a floor
I've been living in a van
Running out of hope
I'm running from the man
I ain't much for explanations try to understand
We're working on our fame one fan at a time
While we f*ck up our lives one can at a time
Stale beer cheap whiskey, drink it up by the pint
You can find us on the highway steady crossing state lines
Cuz we're rocking sets across 48 states
Gonna catch a boat to Europe, hit up France for the crepes
Sold out show in china mackin out on rice cakes
Encore in Antarctica punch a penguin in the face
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Broke strings broke dreams broke bones and lips
Until I break into this game
I'll be broke as shit
But you can remember my name
Cause I'll never quit
I'll get that money and
And I'll stop writing about brokenness
Call me a chauvinist but one day I'll be the man
Look a gift horse in the mouth just because I know I can
Get a steed on spinnin rims on an easy payment plan
Economics ain't a problem when you're in the Promised Land
But til that day comes we'll stay steady on our grind
Nomadic and erratic with inebriated minds
Drinking Rikaloff in Slurpee's cause we just don't f*cking care
Baby you can call us herpes, we ain't going anywhere
Writer: Brandon Hardesty
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Copyright: Lyrics © JN MEDIA MUSIC PUBLISHING