Late last night I was sitting down with my friends listening to the radio    then a question was asked when a kid called in, this is how it goes    If you only had an hour to live, what would you do    I looked around at all of my friends and smiled cause they knew       We would be sitting at a bar drinking Coors Light sucking on a fat blunt packed thick rolled tight    Talking to the fine ass girl thats sitting right next to me    Starting shit with people that could beat us    Writing songs about it    Lord I hope Im still alive    The day that I die       I hope my death is far away    I hope I live to see another New Years Day    I hope my kids will sing the same songs that were sang by me    But I know taste will always change    Pour out a cold one for me    The day that I die    Cause Id be       Sitting at a bar drinking Coors Light sucking on a fat blunt packed thick rolled tight    Talking to the fine ass girl thats sitting right next to me    Starting shit with people that could beat us    Writing songs about it    Lord I hope Im still alive    Lord I hope Im still alive    The day that I die