3 to 10

[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