Two weeks without alcohol ain't hard If it weren't for these goddamn stars And memories and hell that helps me sleep I cannot focus if I don't rest And If I ain't doin' nothin', lord, then I get depressed So here's to raisin' hell and livin' cheap Oh hell life ain't all it's supposed to be Walkin' floors and worryin' Behind locked doors avoiding friends you hardly see I've lived and learned and lord I've made it back I've fought three at once and they whooped my ass But livin's better when taking chances constantly I like to get high as a mountain When I'm crumblin' to my knees And all that **** they talk, it don't mean a thing to me We are all mixed up in this landscape Huddled in the shade Searching chain store shelves for identity Well these wrinkles they are proof of age They read of all these single days By learnin' who is who, and what is what See man, some may show a mask or two And base their lives on havin' more than you Man, that life must be lonely as **** See that's not how it's supposed to be Lappin' up commodities With money that you don't have or even see I've lived and learned and lord I made it back I want nothin', that's still all I have It's not what you make or do It's how you're livin' I like to get high as a mountain When I'm crumblin' to my knees And all that **** they talk, it don't mean a thing to me We are all mixed up in this landscape Huddled in the shade Searching chain store shelves for identity Small, talk that **** Well I'm growin' gray and I'm gettin' old But that don't mean I do what I'm told In fact I've opted out, I've given up See man, money is a thing of the past You spend it once, and it don't come back So says Reverend Bobby Joe Small So that's whats up This is not what it's supposed to be Walkin' floors and worryin' It's about life and love and family and thinkin' free I've been lit up before and I've bounced right back Made mistakes and I've learned to laugh Tonight I'm gettin' drunk and simply livin' I like to get high as a mountain When I'm crumblin' to my knees And all that **** they talk, it don't mean a thing to me We are all mixed up in this landscape Huddled in the shade Searching chain store shelves for identity Pacing chain store floors for identity.
Two weeks without alcohol ain't hard If it weren't for these goddamn stars And memories and hell that helps me sleep I cannot focus if I don't rest And If I ain't doin' nothin', lord, then I get depressed So here's to raisin' hell and livin' cheap Oh hell life ain't all it's supposed to be Walkin' floors and worryin' Behind locked doors avoiding friends you hardly see I've lived and learned and lord I've made it back I've fought three at once and they whooped my ass But livin's better when taking chances constantly I like to get high as a mountain When I'm crumblin' to my knees And all that **** they talk, it don't mean a thing to me We are all mixed up in this landscape Huddled in the shade Searching chain store shelves for identity Well these wrinkles they are proof of age They read of all these single days By learnin' who is who, and what is what See man, some may show a mask or two And base their lives on havin' more than you Man, that life must be lonely as **** See that's not how it's supposed to be Lappin' up commodities With money that you don't have or even see I've lived and learned and lord I made it back I want nothin', that's still all I have It's not what you make or do It's how you're livin' I like to get high as a mountain When I'm crumblin' to my knees And all that **** they talk, it don't mean a thing to me We are all mixed up in this landscape Huddled in the shade Searching chain store shelves for identity Small, talk that **** Well I'm growin' gray and I'm gettin' old But that don't mean I do what I'm told In fact I've opted out, I've given up See man, money is a thing of the past You spend it once, and it don't come back So says Reverend Bobby Joe Small So that's whats up This is not what it's supposed to be Walkin' floors and worryin' It's about life and love and family and thinkin' free I've been lit up before and I've bounced right back Made mistakes and I've learned to laugh Tonight I'm gettin' drunk and simply livin' I like to get high as a mountain When I'm crumblin' to my knees And all that **** they talk, it don't mean a thing to me We are all mixed up in this landscape Huddled in the shade Searching chain store shelves for identity Pacing chain store floors for identity.
