Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor James Hower
Songwriter
Lyrics
She at that job
Lookin at that clock
Gotta ass hole boss
Who she talks back to often
And when its enough
She'll go get her stuff
Hit up her cousin like "Come pick me up?"
She quit again
Cuz she aint takin no shit from them
It's time to hit the road, and ditch the rent
Couch surf through her list of friends
And it isn't smart
But this the part
That no one understands
She wanna ditch her plans and hit the bar
She move like a tornado
Always up on tables
Might appear unstable
When she living out her fable
Advice you try to give
Denied inspite of it
But never doubt her
When she say she living out her
Best life, best life
She always saying
You got to got to live your
Best life, best life
If you get a taste
You'll waste no days
Got a lotto ticket
Hope to God this is it
The way she going up
Its defying physics
Being a dreamer
Ain't no scene in a theater
She got to believe
She got that thing that others don't seem to see in her
So she roll the dice
Take no advice
She's so decisive
She knows the price
Say goodbye to limits
Never shy or timid
She saw you doubting
Said aight and did it
She move like a tornado
Always up on tables
Might appear unstable
When she living out her fable
Advice you try to give
Denied inspite of it
But never doubt her
When she say she living out her
Best life, best life
She always saying
You got to got to live your
Best life, best life
If you get a taste
You'll waste no days
You'll waste no days, you'll waste no days
If you get a taste, you'll waste no days
Once you get a taste, you'll waste no days
Writer(s): Taylor Hower
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