40 Oz. to Freedom

Ooh You've got your hair permed
Got your red dress on
Screamin' that second gear was such a turn on
And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning's here
And you'll be gone before too long

Who taught you those new tricks?
But I shouldn't start that talk
But life is one big question when you're staring at the clock
And the answer's always waiting at the liquor store

40 ounces to freedom
And I take that walk

And I know that ohh
I'm not comin' back
Ohh
Not comin' back
Ohh God knows I'm not going back
Mm

Know you look so fine when you lie that shit don't show
But I know which way the wind blows

A 40 ounce to freedom is the only chance I have
To feel good even though I feel bad

And I know that ohh
I'm not going back
Ahh... Not going back
Ohh God knows I'm not going back
Ohh

I'm not going back
Ohh... Not going back
Ohh God knows I'm not going back

(Whoo)
That's a dumb question
(Do it)