Cost of Being Me (feat. Bryan Martin)

I'd spend the last dime I've got left

On a pack of cheap ass cigarettes

I'll buy a round for any one I can get

To buy my bullshit

Sitting next to momma there in her church

All hungover with a wrinkled shirt

Thanking God in that pew

Momma didn't know what Jesus knew

I drink my whiskey from the well

My souls for loan but ain't for sale

I've had my daddy pay my bail

That kind of hell just don't come cheap

If I had half of what I lost

I'd be just a little bit better off

I've paid a lot for being free

Yeah that's the cost of being me

I quit a job that worked me pretty hard

Put a little down on a bad ass, piece-of-shit car

I hadn't driven in a while

But if you're going nowhere you go in style

Spent the rest of what I got

On a girl that I didn't need

Just like that car up on blocks

She wasn't built to last

She was built for speed

I drink my whiskey from the well

My souls for loan but ain't for sale

I've had my daddy pay my bail

That kind of hell just don't come cheap

If I had half of what I lost

I'd be just a little bit better off

I've paid a lot for being free

Yeah that's the cost of being me

20 on a lottery ticket

A dollar in a beggar's pale

A quarter on a heartbroke Haggard song

A penny in a wishing well

I drink my whiskey from the well

My souls for loan but ain't for sale

I've had my daddy pay my bail

That kind of hell just don't come cheap

If I had half of what I lost

I'd be just a little bit better off

I've paid a lot for being free

Yeah that's the cost of being me

I'd spend the last dime I have left

On a pack of cheap ass cigarettes

I'll buy a round for any one I can get

To buy my bullshit