The Lounge Brigade Follow

You've got your red dress on
Screamin' that second gear
Was such a turn on

And the fog formin' on my window
Tells me that the mornin'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 waitin'
At the liquor store, 40 oz. to freedom
So I take that walk, and I know that

Ooh, I'm not goin' back
Ohh, not goin' back
Ohh, God, He knows, I'm not goin' back
Ohh, not goin' back

{Hey man, does anyone wanna make
A run down to AMPM with me?
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] gonna be here like 2 o'clock
I haven't even seen him
And he owes me twenty bucks, man
[Incomprehensible]}

And you look so fine, when you lie, it just don't show
But I know which way the wind blows
A 40 oz. to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good
Even though I feel bad and I know that

Ohh, I'm not goin' back
Ohh, I'm not goin' back
Ohh, God knows, he knows I'm not goin' back
Oh, I'm not goin' [Incomprehensible]

Ohh, I'm not goin' back
Ohh, I'm not goin' back
Ohh, God knows, I'm not goin' back
Ohh [Incomprehensible]

{[Incomprehensible] a whole one left in the freezer}