Crunk

I work too hard
Just to see the money fall away
The phone calls are adding up
The bill collectors call all day after day
I’ve given up on love
If you still believe that’s great for you
But it’s something that was just a wish for me
That’s among many things that haven’t come true

If I have to see one more person smile
From ear to ear
If I have to hear one more person
Say they love living here
I’m going to need a beer
And somewhere…

Where everybody gets crunk
Where the girls shake their junk
They keep placed  in their truck
And the people get prettier by the glass
Where time stands still
Where everything around us doesn’t seem real
And none of us can feel…a god damn thing

I can’t wait until it’s pay day
So I can take my check
And basically throw it away
On all those things that deal with
Getting you from place to place
And feeding my hungry face
I’ve giving up on moving out
Getting a life of my own
As long as I keep my weight
As long as I keep my style
The cloths I’ve worn in the past
I’ll be able to wear for a while

If I have to see one more person smile
From ear to ear
If I have to hear one more person
Say they love living here
I’m going to need a beer
And somewhere…

Where everybody gets crunk
Where the girls shake their junk
They keep placed  in their truck
And the people get prettier by the glass
Where time stands still
Where everything around us doesn’t seem real
And none of us can feel…a god damn thing