3 to 10

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Stubhy Pandav] It's three to ten, the pigs are here Give me ten seconds to slam my beers No wounded soldiers, just kill them all The pigs found me in a bathroom stall They called me an addict, fucking alcoholic Now I got bread and water, slamming In a room with padded walls [Verse 2: Adam Krier, Stubhy Pandav] I was very much alive when I stepped back from the southwest Thinking about the brew that is cool when I keep it in fridge, yes It's about six the fix, the fix running I drop the beat kid, you keep it bumping Suzie's friends dropping hints, what am I supposed to do? All the rooms are taken and the bitch's got a curfew Barely 18 but bro, she's a freak I bet she needs a piece of this 420 geek [Chorus: Stubhy Pandav] All the rooms are taken, well there's always always the backseat All the rooms are taken, well there's always always the backseat Keep that caddy rocking, well there's always always the backseat All the rooms are taken, well there's always the backseat [Verse 3] Let's take this from the top, on top's where I like to be Let me introduce you to my headboard, girly On the queen size, we're doing our thing Crack! There goes the boxspring Mama's knocking on the door "Who do you got in there?" "It's that god damn lucky boy!" Mama just wants to share I'd have given it to her mom, but daddy-o he had a shotgun [Chorus 2] Oh shit, your mama's knocking, well there's always always the backseat All the rooms are taken, well there's always always the backseat Keep that caddy rocking, well there's always always the backseat All the rooms are taken, well there's always the backseat [Verse 4] Officer R. Cappelan treating me like a felon Don't make me get crazy on you like Curtis Mellin Unlawful consumption of alcohol by a minor I put down more than you old timer They know all about me, ain't that a shame? What's my claim to fame, my name, my name? To the undercover cop, the lowest form of life [Bridge] They got a warrant, reason to fear They got a warrant, drop your beer They got a warrant, reason to fear They got a warrant, drop your beer They got a warrant, reason to fear They got a warrant, drop your beer They got a warrant, reason to fear They got a warrant [Chorus Out] Slam! Well there's always always the backseat Well there's always always the backseat Well there's always always the backseat Well there's always the backseat There's always the backseat There's always the backseat There's always the backseat There's always the, There's always the There's always the backseat There's always the backseat There's always the backseat There's always the backseat There's always the backseat