Navigate

She's got three dollars and forty-eight cents That she dug out of the ashtray She's been hiding it in her front right pocket Saving for a chance to get away Never fails, he's always shaking her down He grabs her face and says girl you're never gonna leave this town Now she's southbound on the Greyhound Finding her way home Mama bought her a ticket And a chance to prove him wrong There may be some times when you're needing a clean slate Baby, if you want the sweet life You better navigate He's been pulling doubles and covering shifts Working so hard for a base pay Always enough to pay the bills But never save up for a rainy day Every day he dreams there'll be a way out The boss says, sorry man, you can't clock out And now he's eastbound on the runway Making a change His own company off the ground That American dream underway There's something to be said For making your own way Baby, if you want the sweet life You better navigate I was born to a man with a gun in his hand That fell to Agent Orange A mama whose mind was twisted so blind From a closet and the floor Verdict came down that I would belong to the state Baby girl's uncle trying to give her One last get way I've been southbound on the Harley Fleeing the state I've been westbound through the painted desert Back in 1998 You don't always know where you're gonna have to go Baby, if you want the sweet life You better navigate You better navigate You better navigate