40 Ounces To Freedom
You got your hair permed, you got your red dress on
Screamin' that second gear was such a turn-on
And the fog forming on my window
Tells me that the morning's here
And you'll be gone before too long
Who taught you those new tricks?
Damn, I shouldn't start that talk
But life is one big question when you're starin' at the clock
And the answer's always waiting
At the liquor store
40oz. to freedom
So I take that walk
And I know that
Oh, I'm not goin' back
Oh, not goin' back
Oh, God knows, I'm not goin' back
Oh, not goin'
Hey man, anyone wanna make a run down to am/pm with me?
It's like quarter-to right now, bro
Shit, can you like, loan me like, a buck or two, dude?
Jai said he was gonna be here around 2:00
I haven't even seen him
Just totally broke, man, owes me twenty bucks, man
Get over it, fuck, sorry
I'm not dealin' with that fuckin' chince no more
Take those bottles back, Eric
And you look so fine
When you lie, it just don't show
But I know which way the wind blows
A 40oz. to freedom is the only chance I have
To feel good even though I feel bad
And I know that
Oh, I'm not goin' back
Oh, I'm not goin' back
Oh, God knows, I'm not goin' back
Oh, I'm not goin'
Oh, I'm not goin' back
Oh, I'm not goin' back
Oh, God knows, I'm not goin' back
Oh, I'm not goin'
There's a whole one left in the freezer