She didn't smoke last Tuesday Didn't even take a sip It's Wednesday night, she's bumming butts And sinking like a ship
She came to at the tiger mart An orange in her hand A hundred miles from anywhere Her pockets full of sand
Living the good life In the summertime Flying so high Living the good life
He ain't sunk an eight ball In at least as many years But all that really kept him safe Is circumstance and fear
He woke up with a nosebleed And a pounding in his head A naked woman twice his age Lay scattered 'cross the bed
Living the good life In the summertime Flying so high Living the good life
Eighty thousand dollars For a new Mercedes Benz Used to ride the market Like a vulture on the wind
It's funny how 8 cylinders Don't hardly make no sound The last he ever heard was that garage door going down
Living the good life In the summertime Flying so high Living the good life
Ain't this a good life In the summertime We're flying so high Ain't this a good life
Compositores: Daniel Weston Cohen (BMI), Jace Everett Beasley (Jace Everett) (BMI)Editor: Brewman Music (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #21508512 em 23/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM