Rockin
Start the story off, we got nine-ten legs
And he's cooking in the distance over twelve fried eggs
And he doesn't like to talk about the bed he lays
He just sits and listens to the music that he makes with Wayne
How was I, Lord, supposed to know
All the cards, and I'm supposed to show when he moves out
Rockin' it home til' he moves out
Livin' my life til' I move out
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Cool colors in the sky, but he never seems surprised
When he looks into the air, but he never can see why
But he writes it all down, all of the time
He's cooking chicken in the kitchen in the back of his mind
How was I, Lord, supposed to know
All the cards, and I'm supposed to show when he moves out
Rockin' it home til' he moves out
Playin' his songs til' he moves out
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend my life on a broken platter
I never stop chasing what I'm truly after
And if that shit breaks down, I hope it shatters
I'll throw my life away cause it really doesn't matter, yeah
How was I, Lord, supposed to know
All the cards, and I'm supposed to show when he moves out
Rockin' it home til' he moves out
Livin' my life til' I move out
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
And he's cooking in the distance over twelve fried eggs
And he doesn't like to talk about the bed he lays
He just sits and listens to the music that he makes with Wayne
How was I, Lord, supposed to know
All the cards, and I'm supposed to show when he moves out
Rockin' it home til' he moves out
Livin' my life til' I move out
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Cool colors in the sky, but he never seems surprised
When he looks into the air, but he never can see why
But he writes it all down, all of the time
He's cooking chicken in the kitchen in the back of his mind
How was I, Lord, supposed to know
All the cards, and I'm supposed to show when he moves out
Rockin' it home til' he moves out
Playin' his songs til' he moves out
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend my life on a broken platter
I never stop chasing what I'm truly after
And if that shit breaks down, I hope it shatters
I'll throw my life away cause it really doesn't matter, yeah
How was I, Lord, supposed to know
All the cards, and I'm supposed to show when he moves out
Rockin' it home til' he moves out
Livin' my life til' I move out
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Tanner Smolinski
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