2 8balls

Two eight balls and a bottle of Jack
The judge told me that I'm way off track
I just came home, but I'm going right back
So I might as well get wasted

Two eight balls and a bottle of Jack
The judge told me that I'm way off track
I just came home, but I'm going right back
So I might as well get wasted

I guess I might as well, I got nothin' left to do
No tears in my eyes, I got nothin' left to lose
Little mama, don't cry when you hear the bad news
Tell my kids I said goodbye and never follow in my shoes
I'ma drown in my sorrow tomorrow may not come
And I'm so sick of this long road, steady on the run

It's like this rivеr dried up, the bridge is burnt down
So I'm sittin' at this bar drinkin' round aftеr round
Smokin cigarettes, reminiscin' on the past
Thinkin' about them good old days when life was a blast, we was
Fast livin', bumpin' "No Limit", we had
Good women, good women, good women

We felt like big stars driving fast cars
But it comes to an end when you end up behind them bars
Nobody sends you mail, nobody sets your calls
Now you down on your bars like motherfuck it all

Two eight balls and a bottle of Jack
The judge told me that I'm way off track
I just came home, but I'm going right back
So I might as well get wasted

Two eight balls and a bottle of Jack
The judge told me that I'm way off track
I just came home, but I'm going right back
So I might as well get wasted

Baby mama's fed up, say that she done had enough
She tryna keep her head up after all the dirt I done
Said she's probably doing better since I'm out here on the run
Just take care of her, the kids and give 'em all my love

Lived the life of a hellion, now I'm reapin' what I sowed
All these women come and go, repercussions on my soul
It's like I knew what I was into and now I can't pretend to
Act like a man after all the shit we been through

Now my kids are missing daddy, they wish upon a star that
Daddy could come home, but he sit behind bars
And mama figured out that she was better off
And she found somebody else and had a brand-new start

And you're probably right about it, so I'll take it for what it's worth
I can't sit and cry about it 'cause it'll probably make it worse
Ain't no need to lie about it even if the truth hurts
I need to get my shit together, and take my ass to church, come on

Two eight balls and a bottle of Jack
The judge told me that I'm way off track
I just came home, but I'm going right back
So I might as well get wasted

Two eight balls and a bottle of Jack
The judge told me that I'm way off track
I just came home, but I'm going right back
So I might as well get wasted

Two eight balls and a bottle of Jack
The judge told me that I'm way off track
I just came home, but I'm going right back
So I might as well get wasted

Two eight balls and a bottle of Jack
The judge told me that I'm way off track
I just came home, but I'm going right back
So I might as well get wasted



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Writer(s): Joe Sapp
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