40oz. To Freedom

You've got your hair permed

You've 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 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 your starin at the clock

And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,

So I'll take that walk.

And I know that ohhhh... I'm not comin back

Ohh not going back

God knows not going back

You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,

That I know which way the wind blows

40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,

Even though I feel bad

And I know that ohhhh... I'm not comin back

Ohh not going back

God knows I'm not going back

God knows I'm not going back