08 40oz to freedom

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