Intro: verse 1 Me and my baby We drink some magic tea Crusin down the rural roads Aesthetics of poverty I'm going down for the last time To shift it to my level Can you receive what you give to me? Somebody should set you free In the morning You wash your hair I love the simple things That make me know you're there verse 2 And every Sunday evening It's leftovers from the weekend Lost limbs to identify Frustration for the grieving I got an interstate window And it's open when I'm sleping Another wreck on the highway It's just another heart breaking In the morning You wash your hair I love the simple things That make me know you're there Outro Cant hold back the laughter I can't hide from you