Lyrics

Here come another morning sun Ain't got a whole lot, but I'm gettin' it done I step out, this cold world shouts But don't nobody know what they're talking about This ole scene's on a slow lean Am I the only one who knows I'm livin' the dream It ain't as hard as it seems There's no phone line, so I Make conversation with the warm sunshine I'm dim lit, nit pickin' On brand new tune with the same ole lick And it's blues, pinks, a half full drink The house, and the kitchen sink I'm livin' the dream It ain't as hard as it seems Kinda feels like this Whole thing's a smoke screen But it don't owe me a doggone thing I'm livin' the dream When the lights glare, I might stare Siftin' through the pictures of a nightmare Freeze frame, see page Five for tickets to a tripped out brain Hey third eye, ya covert spy I figured out what, now why I'm living the dream It ain't as hard as it seems Kinda feels like this Whole thing's a smoke screen But it don't owe me a doggone thing I'm livin' the dream Good people, we assume good Whatever gonna happen, gonna be what it should Bad people, we assume bad Whatever gonna happen, ain't forever gonna last Maybe good people and bad people Are all just mother lovin' people, people Hold tight, don't fight We can all get with it on a Saturday night Like whatchu say You wanna come play We can do it like we did way back in the day Just livin' the dream Kinda feels like this Whole thing's a smoke screen But it don't owe me a doggone
Writer(s): Brent Patrick Cobb, Josh Morningstar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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