Livin' the Dream
Here come another morning sun
Ain't got a whole lot, but I'm gettin' it done
I step out, this cold world shouts
But don't nobody know what they're talking about
This ole scene's on a slow lean
Am I the only one who knows
I'm livin' the dream
It ain't as hard as it seems
There's no phone line, so I
Make conversation with the warm sunshine
I'm dim lit, nit pickin'
On brand new tune with the same ole lick
And it's blues, pinks, a half full drink
The house, and the kitchen sink
I'm livin' the dream
It ain't as hard as it seems
Kinda feels like this
Whole thing's a smoke screen
But it don't owe me a doggone thing
I'm livin' the dream
When the lights glare, I might stare
Siftin' through the pictures of a nightmare
Freeze frame, see page
Five for tickets to a tripped out brain
Hey third eye, ya covert spy
I figured out what, now why
I'm living the dream
It ain't as hard as it seems
Kinda feels like this
Whole thing's a smoke screen
But it don't owe me a doggone thing
I'm livin' the dream
Good people, we assume good
Whatever gonna happen, gonna be what it should
Bad people, we assume bad
Whatever gonna happen, ain't forever gonna last
Maybe good people and bad people
Are all just mother lovin' people, people
Hold tight, don't fight
We can all get with it on a Saturday night
Like whatchu say
You wanna come play
We can do it like we did way back in the day
Just livin' the dream
Kinda feels like this
Whole thing's a smoke screen
But it don't owe me a doggone
Ain't got a whole lot, but I'm gettin' it done
I step out, this cold world shouts
But don't nobody know what they're talking about
This ole scene's on a slow lean
Am I the only one who knows
I'm livin' the dream
It ain't as hard as it seems
There's no phone line, so I
Make conversation with the warm sunshine
I'm dim lit, nit pickin'
On brand new tune with the same ole lick
And it's blues, pinks, a half full drink
The house, and the kitchen sink
I'm livin' the dream
It ain't as hard as it seems
Kinda feels like this
Whole thing's a smoke screen
But it don't owe me a doggone thing
I'm livin' the dream
When the lights glare, I might stare
Siftin' through the pictures of a nightmare
Freeze frame, see page
Five for tickets to a tripped out brain
Hey third eye, ya covert spy
I figured out what, now why
I'm living the dream
It ain't as hard as it seems
Kinda feels like this
Whole thing's a smoke screen
But it don't owe me a doggone thing
I'm livin' the dream
Good people, we assume good
Whatever gonna happen, gonna be what it should
Bad people, we assume bad
Whatever gonna happen, ain't forever gonna last
Maybe good people and bad people
Are all just mother lovin' people, people
Hold tight, don't fight
We can all get with it on a Saturday night
Like whatchu say
You wanna come play
We can do it like we did way back in the day
Just livin' the dream
Kinda feels like this
Whole thing's a smoke screen
But it don't owe me a doggone
Credits
Writer(s): Brent Patrick Cobb, Josh Morningstar
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