Goldfinger

In the morning, when you wake up

Who do you put on your clothes for

You're in your car now, you wiped your make up off

And dropped your dreams on the floor

And I don't want to grow old

But you know you got to

Bartender go home

But you know you got to try

Even tried to quit smoking the dope

Yeah, I try, yeah, that's right

And I don't want to wake up

But you know you got to

Don't want to go to work

But you know you got to try

Got one foot stuck in the door

Yeah, that's right, yeah, that's right

Yeah, that's work

You put it out there that you're satisfied

With the way things are going

And everything's fine

Hey Goldfinger, I'm just trying to play nice

Like mama used to preach when I was a child of God

And every morning

I rise out of bed, I'm all alone in my home

And there's no worth being said

When all your motives are confused as your best

Complacent outcome to be placed with the rest of

Yours truly busy as a man inspired

While reflecting on the value

It was written on my heart

My hands are shaky, yeah, my wits, they are off

To what, do I do make it hard to belong

I guess that I'm just trying to tell you

Hopefully you can shoulder half the blame

I know I do

I know I

I know I do