the good life

Lyrics

she didn't smoke last tuesday, didn't even take a sip, it's wednesday night, she's bumming butts, and sinking like a ship, she came to at the tiger mart, an orange in her hand, a hundred miles from anywhere, her pockets full of sand, living the good life, in the summertime, flying so high, living the good life, he ain't sunk an eight ball, in at least as many years, but all that really kept him safe, is circumstance and fear, he woke up with a nosebleed, and a pounding in his head, a naked woman twice his age, lay scattered 'cross the bed, living the good life, in the summertime, flying so high, living the good life, eighty thousand dollars, for a new mercedes benz, used to ride the market, like a vulture on the wind, it's funny how 8 cylinders, don't hardly make no sound, the last he ever heard, was that garage door going down, living the good life, in the summertime, flying so high, living the good life, ain't this a good life, in the summertime, we're flying so high, ain't this a good life