Death and Taxes

[Verse 1]
Seven years young, my daddy said
"Son, if you're gonna be dumb you better be tough
Don't ever start one, but throw the last punch
And hit 'em hard enough so they don't get up
Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise"
I shake my head and I roll my eyes
When he starts talking 'bout things like

[Chorus]
Death and taxes, the world moves fast and
Money and time, it don't grow on trees
Make your bed and say your prayers
'Cause life ain't fair and it's never gonna be
Chicks dig guitars, tattoos and scars
Trucks and cars don't run on drinks
You can count on one hand the things you can count on
Death and taxes and your momma and me

[Verse 2]
I went from seven to twenty-seven
Time flew fast, just like he said
It's kinda crazy, I got a baby
Across the hall sleeping in his bed
I'm praying prayers I never thought I'd pray about
Saying things I never thought I'd say aloud
Man if my old man he could see me now
He'd shake his head and laugh 'cause he was right about

[Chorus]
Death and taxes, the world moves fast and
Money and time, it don't grow on trees
Make your bed and say your prayers
'Cause life ain't fair and it's never gonna be
Chicks dig guitars, tattoos and scars
Trucks and cars don't run on drinks
You can count on one hand the things you can count on
Death and taxes and your momma and me

[Bridge]
Death and taxes and your momma and me
Ooh, crazy how I'm talking 'bout

[Chorus]
Death and taxes, the world moves fast and
Money and time, it don't grow on trees
Make your bed and say your prayers
Life ain't fair and it's never gonna be
Chicks dig guitars, tattoos and scars
Trucks and cars don't run on drinks
You can count on one hand the things you can count on
Death and taxes and your momma and me
Death and taxes and your momma and me
Death and taxes and your momma and me
Your momma and me