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if you listen you can get the timing down

Two weeks without alcohol ain't hard

If it weren't for these goddamn stars

And memories and hell that helps me sleep

I cannot focus if I don't rest

And If I ain't doin' nothin', lord, then I get depressed

So here's to raisin' hell and livin' cheap

Oh hell life ain't all it's supposed to be

Walkin' floors and worryin'

Behind locked doors avoiding friends you hardly see

I've lived and learned and lord I've made it back

I've fought three at once and they whooped my ass

But livin's better when taking chances constantly

 I like to get high as a mountain

 When I'm crumblin' to my knees

And all that shit they talk, it don't mean a thing to me

We are all mixed up in this landscape

Huddled in the shade

Searching chain store shelves for identity

Well these wrinkles they are proof of age

They read of all these single days

By learnin' who is who, and what is what

See man, some may show a mask or two

And base their lives on havin' more than you

Man, that life must be lonely as fuck

See that's not how it's supposed to be

Lappin' up commodities

With money that you don't have or even see

I've lived and learned and lord I made it back

I want nothin', that's still all I have

It's not what you make or do

It's how you're livin'

Small, talk that shit

 I like to get high as a mountain

 When I'm crumblin' to my knees

And all that shit they talk, it don't mean a thing to me

We are all mixed up in this landscape

Huddled in the shade

Searching chain store shelves for identity

Well I'm growin' gray and I'm gettin' old

But that don't mean I do what I'm told

In fact I've opted out, I've given up

See man, money is a thing of the past

You spend it once, and it don't come back

So says Reverend Bobby Joe Small

So that's whats up

This is not what it's supposed to be

Walkin' floors and worryin'

It's about life and love and family and thinkin' free

I've been lit up before and I've bounced right back

Made mistakes and I've learned to laugh

Tonight I'm gettin' drunk and simply livin'

 I like to get high as a mountain

 When I'm crumblin' to my knees

And all that shit they talk, it don't mean a thing to me

We are all mixed up in this landscape

Huddled in the shade

Searching chain store shelves for identity

Pacing chain store floors for identity.