[Verse 1:] I don't mean to be ungrateful and I could never tell you something if it aint true. I'm stable, and I find its easier for me being single than
Yogi man, I'm sicka this shit bruv, swear down, just as things start looking up, it all goes to shit again, story of my fucking life! I don't wanna
remember when it started i tried to hold back, didn't wanna get too into it nor get too intimate, tried to back off, but that back-off, she's gorgeous
No, no No, no, no, no, no (Ooh baby) I've got his picture, it's on my dresser Right next to my bed He doesn't know me but I sure know him I can't get
Now you're lookin' at a man that's gettin' kind-a mad I had lots of luck but it's all been bad No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out
What's sizzlin', demons, angels, and civilians Welcome to my Purgatory party, baby They say it ain't nothing but farms where we from They think we can
Down at the best spot It's me and JD and they sellin' more birds than a pet shop The spot's hot and everybody nervous That's when the blue car served
I want to live in the world Not inside my head I want to live in the world I want to stand and be counted With the hopeful and the willing With the open
She's a yellow pair of running shoes A holey pair of jeans She looks great in cheap sunglasses She looks great in anything She's 'I want a piece of chocolate
If I could write a letter to me And send it back in time to myself at 17 First, I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed There's a Skoal can and
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget We watched him drink his pain
I work down at the Pizza Pit And I drive an old Hyundai I still live with my mom and dad I'm 5 foot 3 and overweight I'm a sci-fi fanatic, a mild asthmatic
Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall He sat down in his overalls and asked me "You waitin' on a woman?" I nodded, yeah and said, "How 'bout you" He said
(Chesney) So damn easy to say that life's so hard Everybody's got their share of battle scars As for me, I'd like to thank my lucky stars that I'm alive
My pocket all swoll', my rims all chrome When I hit the club everything goes Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air But when I'm in here, I
Girl you know you're in my soul You keep me awake all night Well I don't know if I'm just comin' or gone And how to make it right Well I don't know what
We gotta get that something, That little bit of anything, Anyway, Gotta do it for the dough, Gotta go, 'cause money makes you smile, Don't ya know Those
Enslaved by money Money is your god Your dreams are my nightmares Your dreams are my nightmares Shackled by rules Rose tinted views Blind to the lies