My momma called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on They said I wouldn't be nothing I dreamed it all ever since I was young Now they always say, "congratulations" (uh) Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh) They

No, nothing picks me up like a beer can And get to feeling like superman I'm gonna throw back a couple an' Keep it 'em glued to my right hand Any flavor, size, or brand Until the point where I can’t stand I’ve been working this job 9 to 5 Minium wage and

I'ma take you with me when I go And it's much too late to change my name I get older but my troubles don't change Worked so hard with nothin' to show When I leave here, when I leave here I have no place to go I'm a stranger, just a stranger Even to the

Baby grow old with me Tell me that you love me Say "we'll always work it out" To start a family I know it's kinda scary But it's only temporary doubt I've done a lot of stupid things But promise that you're gonna stay long enough to grow old with me

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Girl I caught you in your little white lie Red handed, red handed You said you had to work tonight But here you are dancing In this honky talk with someone else And all you got to say for yourself

You're gonna fly with every dream you chase We just have to believe things work out like they should Life has no guarantees, but always loved by me You're gonna see that sometimes bad is good You're gonna be 6 pounds and 9 ounces, lookin' up at me Like I

Bringing together you and me Taking in that frequency, yeah Of the love that we should know Slow down pretending that you know Where we're supposed to go through generations Of just getting told, don't question the control Working on to buy a life before

I will never let you down When you say you've had enough And you might just give it up When you feeling low on love I’ll be what you dreaming of 'Cause I’ve been sick and working all week And I’ve been doing just fine You’ve been tired of watching me

I'm mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean) I get the money you heard (huh) I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch) I might pop a Perc, I might make it work (huh) I need a Fanta got syrup Young nigga hop out the vert (woah) Yah, yah, huh Yah, yah,