Lyrics

Ahh well If it's free to dream Then tell me what good is this salary? Too much damn noise Hush, the peanut gallery It's Monday in reality But living like it's Saturday You'll lose your destination If you let it drain your battery I'm charged up I owe it to my family And what's inside this cup A wild imagination that won't ever be caught I got a lead foot that'll never be stopped I hope you don't mind if I light one I need an antidote when I'm hyped up Still got my body armor on 'Cause I been fighting, all I want is a night off So I'ma hop in the whip, make a store run I daydream more when I pour one Still got my body armor on 'Cause I been fighting way too long for the right one Kick your feet up, take a load off Roll the weed up, get the soda, stat Margaritas, on the boat dock By the beach hut, where my soul relax Educated on the pavement Left the classroom, but I never ever made it back Spent my days just getting faded To my past and my future, I raise a glass, so I've got so much I'd still like to do I promise that I'll always remain true To my mission and my bets Until my craziest goals are met And my people all set, all set I hope you don't mind if I light one I need an antidote when I'm hyped up Still got my body armor on 'Cause I been fighting, all I want is a night off So I'ma hop in the whip, make a store run I daydream more when I pour one Still got my body armor on 'Cause I been fighting way too long for the right one
Writer(s): John Gray, Carter Schultz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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