40oz. To Freedom

You've got your hair permed
 You've got your red dress on
 Screamin' that second gear was such a turn on
 And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning here
 And you'll be gone before too long
 Who taught you those new tricks?
 Damn I shouldn't start that talk,
 but life is one big question when your starin at the clock
 And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,
 so I'll take that walk.
 And I know that ohhhh... I'm not comin back
 Ohh not going back
 God knows not going back
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 You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,
 That I know which way the wind blows
 40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,
 even though I feel bad
 And I know that ohhhh... I'm not comin back
 Ohh not going back
 God knows I'm not going back
 
 God knows I'm not going back