Me and my baby
We drink some magic tea
Crusin down the rural roads
Aesthetics of poverty
I'm going down for the last time
To shift it to my level
Can you receive what you give to me?
Somebody should set you free
In the morning
You wash your hair
I love the simple things
That make me know you're there
verse 2
And every Sunday evening
It's leftovers from the weekend
Lost limbs to identify
Frustration for the grieving
I got an interstate window
And it's open when I'm sleping
Another wreck on the highway
It's just another heart breaking
In the morning
You wash your hair
I love the simple things
That make me know you're there
Outro
Cant hold back the laughter
I can't hide from you