Billy by the Wayside
Life's sweeter than cinnamon
Would you wake me up again
I'm in a dream
Another state to mess up
Cover up younger scars
Rely on a run down car
Blessings abound
A little taste of tough love
You know I can't ever get enough
Why don't we smoke up all our weed
You know I love the wayside living
Show you round the place I'm living
Make a scene
You know I've hated some things
But always loved my different women
So show me round the place you're living
I'm guilty of all the sins
Forgiveness a patron
I'm at the bar, another round of whiskey
Went down a dead end
I'll take the wrong turn again
No matter which way I choose I'll always end up here
Why they acting so weird
Why don't we smoke up all our weed
You know I love the wayside living
Show you round the place I'm living
Make a scene
You know I've hated some things
But always loved my different women
So show me round the place you're living
Baby's on a shortlist
I don't really miss who we are
And I ain't got a pot to piss
And you've been trouble since the start
Even if I try I'll end up by the wayside
Don't leave me by the wayside
Even if I try I'll end up by the wayside
Don't leave me by the wayside
Why don't we smoke up all our weed
You know I love the wayside living
Show you round the place I'm living
Make a scene
You know I've hated some things
But always loved my different women
So show me round the place you're living
Would you wake me up again
I'm in a dream
Another state to mess up
Cover up younger scars
Rely on a run down car
Blessings abound
A little taste of tough love
You know I can't ever get enough
Why don't we smoke up all our weed
You know I love the wayside living
Show you round the place I'm living
Make a scene
You know I've hated some things
But always loved my different women
So show me round the place you're living
I'm guilty of all the sins
Forgiveness a patron
I'm at the bar, another round of whiskey
Went down a dead end
I'll take the wrong turn again
No matter which way I choose I'll always end up here
Why they acting so weird
Why don't we smoke up all our weed
You know I love the wayside living
Show you round the place I'm living
Make a scene
You know I've hated some things
But always loved my different women
So show me round the place you're living
Baby's on a shortlist
I don't really miss who we are
And I ain't got a pot to piss
And you've been trouble since the start
Even if I try I'll end up by the wayside
Don't leave me by the wayside
Even if I try I'll end up by the wayside
Don't leave me by the wayside
Why don't we smoke up all our weed
You know I love the wayside living
Show you round the place I'm living
Make a scene
You know I've hated some things
But always loved my different women
So show me round the place you're living
Credits
Writer(s): Carter, Davis, Grant Thompson
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