Freeways

Heard a rumor kind of kicked it around
That it's what's found on the inside that counts
So it got me thinking' like I always do
And it came to me as I sat and figured out my bills
Trying to spend quality time in a quality place
With our significant others of a welcome race
Spend nights trying to figure out
Where our true self lies in the eyes of the beholder of doubt, yeah, yeah
All I carry in my wallet is my photo ID
All I got in my pocket is a bag of weed
Don't worry mom that's a great big lie
I got a lot of free ways to get myself high on life, yeah
So love is supposed to be what makes the world go round
And all I see is all this money just a flyin' about
The whole thing about people and their price is a lie
Without the green in your hand a lot will pass you by
So I wave bye bye
But not to things that mean the most to me
Like getting lost with my girlfriend under the sheets
And that girl went away when opportunity knocked
She's got money in her ears stuffed in all of her socks
Under the bed where we used to lay in at night
She had said we'd be together for richer or not, yeah
Well now I'm richer, not
All I carry in my wallet is my photo ID
All I got in my pocket is a bag of weed
Don't worry mom that's a great big lie
I got a lot of free ways to get myself high on life, yeah
I've got a mind I've got a mouth
I've got some time to help you out
I've got a mind I've got a mouth
I've got some time to help you out, yeah
All I carry in my wallet is my photo ID
All I got in my pocket is a bag of weed
Don't worry mom that's a great big lie
I got a lot of free ways to get myself high



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Arment
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