I can't let it get me down Change my smile into a frown (I can't let it get me down, change my smile into a frown) Last night and the night before Twenty-five robbers at my door I got up and let 'em in But I missed 'em all with a rollin' pin Alright they

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

All the Pinot, Pinot Grigio girls Watch your blues turn gold Keep it real cold 'Cause it's a fired-up world Oh, oh, make it all make sense Pour your heart out Oh, oh, does it all make sense? I was twenty-three She was thirty-five

Sexy as can be Sting like bumble bee You've got women Pretty little women Now if her daddy's rich Take her out for a meal And if her daddy's poor Then do as you feel Speedin' down the lane even Thought the speed limit's twenty five

This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm

Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife You just might miss your babies growing like mine did Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your

The color of the sun and his eyes were green He had the nerve and he had the blood The Tennessee stud was long and lean There was never a horse like the Tennessee stud Back about eighteen and twenty five I left Tennessee very much alive I never would've

Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife You just might miss your babies growing like mine did Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your

Christmas bells are ringing Follow, follow Honest living, honest living And it's beginning to snow Twenty five Twenty four Twenty three No room at the Holiday Inn, Oh no

Those two years run together like whiskey over ice Melted into memories like somebody else's life I'm glad to say, I've come around But if I could have one wish I'd like another try at twenty five Or was it twenty six Livin' hard was easy when I was