One-liner flow, see it in my liner notes. The kind of ideas make it seem like the thoughts took. Three hundred and sixty-five nights, I picture the high life.
Come on lift your spirit. And toast a cheese. To all the good times. Through after years. And just remember. It ain't where you're from it's where you're at.
I'm a long lost wondering soul trying to find where I belong (woah). And I'm looking for a place where it feels alright to be wrong (yeah). Just a loud-mouth, hard-headed, fool-hearted, stubborn-nose, song-of-a-gun (woah).