40 Oz. 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'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,

Forty-Ounce to Freedom; so I take that walk.

And I know that,

Ooh, I'm not going back.

Oh, I'm not going back.

Oh, lord knows, I'm not going back.

Ooh, I'm not going, not going, not going.

Guy #1:

Hey, man. Anyone wanna make a run to ampm with me? Now bro, ******t, can you like, loan me like, a buck or two dude? I'm totally broke right now. Totally broke, man. Get over it.

Guy #2:

It's like, quarter-to right now bro; let's skate. Jai should, Jai said he was gonna be here at, like, two o'clock; I haven't even seen him. Guy owes me twenty bucks, man. ******'. I'm not dealin' with that ******' dude no more. Can you take those bottles back Eric?

And you look so fine,

When you lie it just don't show.

I know which way the wind blows.

A Forty-Ounce to Freedom is the only chance I have,

To feel good; even though I feel bad.

And I know that,

Ooh, I'm not going back.

Oh Oh, I'm not going back.

Oh, lord knows, I'm not going back.

Ooh, I'm not going, not going, not going.

And I know that,

Ooh, I'm not going back.

Oh, oh, I'm not going back.

Oh, lord knows, I'm not going back.

Ooh...

There's, like, a whole one left in the freezer...