Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, ooh... Yeah Thinking in a new way My own thoughts create my world Don't care what you say What a crazy Tuesday, two verses and two takes Sloppy friend on paper, and you're searching since the 12th grade Used to want to have expensive things, now I want to be healthy Used to acquire diamonds, now I just give her that good day I'm all about getting the fuck shit could, uh Would be nice to smoke a cigar, look up at the sun (at the sun) Patch me up, I'll stroke my guitar, write a fancy song It's all about a new day, thinking about a souffle It's early morning, Tuesday Blink, close my eyes opening up, and I'm all out of toothpaste Flossing my teeth, thinking 'bout how the truth tastes Hundred dollar bill looking sad with a blue face Money is an illusion, it's worth whatever you say Other than yourself, who gives a fuck me and my new way? My own thoughts create my worlds, don't care what you say What a crazy Tuesday, two verses and two takes Sloppy friend on paper, and you're searching since the 12th grade Used to want to have expensive things, now I want to be healthy Used to acquire diamonds, now I just give her that good day I'm all about getting the fuck shit could, uh Would be nice Would be nice Would be nice Look up at the sun (at the sun)
Writer(s): Allan Todd Koppelberger, Marty Funderbunk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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