I'm tired of all the Drugs

And all the liquor runnin' through my veins,

Women and these lies are like poison to my brain

This music for me is like my therapy

So tell me why at the same time it's breakin' me down and it's killin' me

If I ever make it past twenty-seven I'll have it all

I'll have a million gold records hangin' all over my wall

I'll make my mama proud and honor my old grandpa

If I ever make it past twenty-seven I'll have it all

Guess you could say I sold my soul at the old crossroads

But for many years the devil's been followin' me wherever I go

The angel on my shoulder is tellin' me to slow it down

Take a look at my life and figure it all out, yeah, before I drown

If I ever make it past twenty-seven I'll have it all

I'll have a million gold records hangin' all over my wall

I'll make my mama proud and honor my old grandpa

If I ever make it past twenty-seven I'll have it all

It's such a shame and I'm the one to blame

I may never get to see my name in that rock and roll hall of fame

If I ever make it past twenty-seven I'll have it all

I'll have a million gold records hangin' all over my wall

I'll make my mama proud and honor my old grandpa

If I ever make it past twenty-seven I'll have it all