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Brooks Buford -
Pretty Day
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Yeah. I
tell you what, boy. One these days I'm a run
this town. You know what I'm sayin'? Give me
another drink of that water. Yeah, sing it now
It ain't my fault you're motivated
Cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
Drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
And I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
And I'm a let it waste away
I rather stand on the corner and laugh my ass
off
I've paid my dues I done worked my ass off
But work never got me nowhere
It was like God, luck and I just happened to be
there
And I'm a show up when I show up
And if I don't blow up, fuck it, I don't blow up
At least I don't have to grow up
Man let me smoke my cigarette
I'm figurin' now bout all the things I won't get
A bunch of bullshit I really don't need
A bunch of dumb bitches mixin' crack with weed
But I got caffeine and I got pills
I got me a beat machine and I got skills
And so what if I gotta sleep all day
It ain't like I'm missin' much anyway
Cause it's a fake and it's all take
You're all full of shit so I'll D.O.A.
It ain't my fault you're motivated
Cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
Drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
And I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
And I'm a let it waste away
You all look at me like I done lost my mind
Wearin' argyle socks doin' the 'bump and grind'
I got IZOD v-neck, a high-tech redneck
Pumas and a foamy hat so give me respect
I spent about ten years in the hole
After a light skinned girl cold stole my soul
But now I'm up I don't give a fuck
You can have my depression, you can eat my butt
I don't need no philosophies except my own
For Christ's sakes I'm 28, I guess I'm grown
And I've learned enough to know I don't know
shit
I've bitched and moaned but I ain't never quit
Kept on survivin' and kept on strivin'
Fixed my transmission and kept on drivin'
So I guess it's okay to be mentally ill
Guess it ended up payin' all my damn bills
It ain't my fault you're motivated
Cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
Drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
And I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
And I'm a let it waste away
It ain't my fault you're motivated
Cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
Drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
And I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
And I'm a let it waste away
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