Get me out of this heap again
I gone and did it to my own best friend
Lord knows he don't deserve
What you gonna do?
I'll head out west on a north bound train
I had a bird, all she did was complain
So I told her something about
Our fire burning out
I still ain't gave up on life
I'm living just out of spite
Lord, I swore it was my first offense
Except that time I left my whole hand print
Across Rosey's little face
I plum tore up the place
Didn't think that I was in the wrong
I found some numbers on the girls cellphone
But Lord, who's counting now?
My baby's doing without
I still ain't gave up on life
I do this all out of spite
I ain't gonna let my life pass me by
Ain't gonna let nobody ever stand in my way
Hold a glass up high to the perfect night
And with if the Good Lord willing
I just might get paid
