Letras
He's got greasy hair, greasy clothes
When you ask a man, man he knows
He's got a smile, like a dream he once told
He's got couple of fingers round his toes
Last time we seen him, man who knows
He's built down by the bottom, and he lets it all slide
We come together, we can ride
Laid back and feeling high
Got some money and a dress
So much you made yourself, but it's been a mess
He's got a way of talking, he does it slow
He's been crass, he's been mean
Some of the things he said I ain't never seen
Like a big mama banging on my door
He start to come in, is this the right house?
They tend to do it slow
He threw the moment to the wind
Into his power and his light
Got my count, and I counted right
I got home some time last night
I didn't recognize myself or the way that I spoke
Got into a round with a friend
Who once told me back, back when
"You were a better man when you called your shit out"
Said, that's your opinion, you're kinda wrong
Let's get to feeling nice
You get to come home in the morning
I get to feeling right
Said, ooh, mm
Ooh
Said, ooh
Ooh
You get to come out onto a limb
He stands there calling you his friend
Give me the runaround, then insist
Things were better back then
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh