Lyrics
I was on the field on a Friday night
Third-string, had to swallow my pride
I got thrown in on the fourth and five
Just so they could take a knee
Oh, I was only thinkin' 'bout my six-string
I remember coach tryna break us down
Two-a-days had us passin' out
This week we gotta play away
Home team just came from state
Lost by six, that's the worst way
Damn, bus ride back had a sour taste
Had a revelation 'bout where I wanna be
I was drained of patience and my energy
Just to find out I played the wrong game
I was thinkin' 'bout my six-string
Heat wave, ain't ever takin' breaks
Oh, we would find shade in the cemetery
Drove a couple hours to the Angel Oak
Heavy conversation with a little smoke
Mama's cookin' up cornmeal grains
Daddy's yellin' at the football game
I was upstairs tryna make a name
I was upstairs with my six-string
