Lyrics

Try again? (Yeah) Two, three, go Your joy is killing me I don't have anything Remember when we used to wear each other's clothes? Yeah, I've been struggling But I know lots of things And I got an idea that's gonna turn on the money hose Choking on a joke, tryna keep it light I could never quite get the timing right But you, you never know how it feels I got ideas, hmm, ooh No one knows We watched you on TV At the recovery The sound was good, but you're always lookin' down Don't take this personally But man, if that was me I'd make more eye contact with the camera, kinda work the crowd You probably think I'd call to say that you were right But I'm blackout drunk in a cotton field on a Friday night And I got nothing to do but tell you how I feel I got ideas, ooh So watch out You always think I'm bluffin' Like I'm some kind of Mississippi nuthin' But I was first-string quarterback, drove you everywhere Or that time when Ronnie hit you so hard You tried to drive and wrecked your car And I had to help you wash the blood out of your hair 'Cause I've always been That kind of go-to friend Well, maybe it's true Maybe I'm just a blue-collar version of you You're on a winning streak I got laid off last week But I got a plan that's gonna turn it all around I got ideas I got ideas No one knows
Writer(s): Michael Trent Robinson, Cary Ann Hearst Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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