Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy Smoking that gas, gone off that xanny, she on the powder Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder It do not matter Money so old, diamonds spoiled My

When autumn leaves start to fall Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear, old winter's song But I miss you, most of all, my darling The falling leaves, drift by my window The autumn leaves, of red and gold I see your lips, the summer

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

It's a bring your own booze contribution We got beer and good old boys, good old girls Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world Sunday morning we'll have a get-right reunion Oh, but tonight it's on, pass the jar around Get so far gone we come unwound We

I dedicate this song to you, The one who never sees the truth, That I can take away your hurt, heartbreak girl. Hold you tight straight through the day light, I'm right here, when you gonna realize That I'm your cure, heartbreak girl? You call me up,

I remember I had walked home that day Content with all my misery Told my self it'd get better, no clue what there was next to me Remember there was people, walkin', talkin' in the distance I was dressed for winter weather But the summer rays were kissing

Sometimes it seems like lately, I just don't know The bad things in life were so few Sometimes I get to feelin' I was back in the old days, long ago When we were kids, when we were young Things seemed so perfect, you know? The days were endless, we were

Without a clue Bored to death I'm just bored to tears Same old shit just different day & year Killed myself but that got boring too So beyond the point where it's not true Shot my drugs Drank my booze

She ain't waitin' on twenty-one candles, she ain't missin' not a minute of fun She ain't worried about one day older, pretty little rebel on the run She ain't tryin' to be hard to handle, she gonna do what a girl gonna do She ain't waitin' on twenty-one

On day we’ll be free at last But one day we’ll be free at last Spread your wings and fly away Freedom come my way (Yeah) Long rifle and hand grenade The system make people ‘fraid Sufferation from Africa to India