40 Oz. To Freedom

You've got your hair permed.
You've 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?
Damn; I shouldn't start that talk.
But life is one big question,
When you're starin' at the clock.
And the answer's always waiting,
At the liquor store,
Forty-Ounce to Freedom; so I take that walk.
And I know that,
Ooh, I'm not going back.
Oh, I'm not going back.
Oh, lord knows, I'm not going back.
Ooh, I'm not going, not going, not going.
Guy #1:
Hey, man. Anyone wanna make a run to ampm with me? Now bro, s*it, can you like, loan me like, a buck or two dude? I'm totally broke right now. Totally broke, man. Get over it.
Guy #2:
It's like, quarter-to right now bro; let's skate. Jai should, Jai said he was gonna be here at, like, two o'clock; I haven't even seen him. Guy owes me twenty bucks, man. F****n'. I'm not dealin' with that f****n' dude no more. Can you take those bottles back Eric?
And you look so fine,
When you lie it just don't show.
I know which way the wind blows.
A Forty-Ounce to Freedom is the only chance I have,
To feel good; even though I feel bad.
And I know that,
Ooh, I'm not going back.
Oh Oh, I'm not going back.
Oh, lord knows, I'm not going back.
Ooh, I'm not going, not going, not going.
And I know that,
Ooh, I'm not going back.
Oh, oh, I'm not going back.
Oh, lord knows, I'm not going back.
Ooh...
There's, like, a whole one left in the freezer...