I got my coke and I got my gin I take my coat off and I tell the bartender to fill me up to the brim I had a pretty rough November I lost my Dad, he used to call me and say "Son have you made it yet?"
So I'm not waiting on the summer I'm not waiting for somebody else to tell me how to live my life I'm not waiting on the summer I'm not waiting on somebody else to tell me how to live my life
I can still hear my mother cry Telling me to pack my bag And get the hell out of her life She must have had a pretty good reason Cause I don't have many friends And I don't remember where I stayed that evening
But I'm not waiting on the summer I'm not waiting for somebody else to tell me how to live my life I'm not waiting on the summer I'm not waiting for somebody else to tell me how to live my life
Women come and the women go I met this girl, we were headed to somewhere in Mexico She could never stay too long She always had a flight to catch And I was always doing something wrong
But I'm not waiting on the summer I'm not waiting on somebody else to tell me how to live my life I'm not waiting on the summer I'm not waiting on somebody else to tell me how to live my life
Women go... Met this girl... We was headed to somewhere in Mexico I'm not waiting on the summer I'm not waiting on somebody else to tell my how to live my lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
