No Ties

Well I called you back the day after the weekend And you said you had a really nice time but you missed your boyfriend Well I can't put the picture back on the wall The notion possessed me but my will is so small I gotta pick up the fever where I left off, you see I got a fire in my throat and you choking me Gonna leave you in the ashes So I walked to the quick trip to grab a 32 ounce beverage And I'm filling it up as I'm looking for a little leverage You got three aces and a jack to boot And I hold a spread of a different suit You toss in your hand Leave the table-no ante Another spring-loaded psy-op Butterbeans and biscuits Children roll on, roll on Well I got a new wallet but nothing to go inside And I'm running from the Uber just to see if I can try to hide Well the driver was old but she was not slow She taught me pay and let me go, you know One-track minded Gotta get the dough Keep thinking about the road Not sweating If I had two two-dollar bills I might rub together I'll tell you to shove all your politic and weather 'Cause whether I'm running behind or in the lead I got shards in my ankles, got glass in my knees Another sob story Who's got the time? The proof is in the pudding I got to go y'all--arrivederci! Too busy running Too busy running Too busy running Running Running Running