They told me, "Don't make a promise you can't keep"
All the drugs in your system, you can't sleep
How many times you had to buy a Plan B
For a girl you never bring back home to meet your family?
Man, man, I swear that's what I dream about
Ever since my mom told me that she need me out
Always smoking weed, causin' trouble, never clean the house
But I paid her back for everything, I guess we even now
Nothing better than some head after a long day
That's the only thing that ever keep mine on straight
And she asked me, "Why the long face?"
How I spent three-hundred-fifty dollars on this entrée
I drown my sorrow in that bottle
Today is full of regret, find forever in tomorrow
Man up, what's the problem?
Everything is Jazz and I'm Stockton

Yeah, I know it seem a little bit strange sometimes, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Everybody live a little, everybody die, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
But that's life (that's life, that's life)
What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?)
But that's life (that's life, that's life)
Baby, I would spend it all with you (I would spend it all with you)

Yeah, and I'm headed to the other side, where the grass is always greener
And your bitch is down to ride, but that ass is always meaner
See, my cash got deeper and my morals disappeared
Never thought I'd be a asshole, this my last show
Can I please get a standin' ovation?
A hunnid naked bitches in my dressing room waitin'
We lost a lot of blood for this fucked up nation
But me, I'm gettin' high, makin' love in that spaceship
So what are the basics? Tell me your problems
You losin' your job, or even worse, you don't got one
So hard to stay sober when you feeling fucked over so much
Always comin' up short, you like the roach of a blunt, yeah
And I could never sleep at night
Fuck paying bills, I need a brand new lease on life
Why does doin' wrong always feel so right?
Well, I guess, fuck it, that's life

Yeah, I know it seem a little bit strange sometimes, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Everybody live a little, everybody die, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
But that's life (life, life, life)
What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?)
But that's life (that's life, that's life)
Baby, I would spend it all with you (I would spend it all with you)

Now, I wish I could take all your pain
But when the toxin is fame
The drugs, they don't fill the hole, no
No connections again
Wish you picked up the phone
Knew that I'd be your home
Knew that you weren't alone
Knew that you weren't alone
Knew that you weren't alone

"I'm sorry I act a little bit strange sometimes," you'd say, yeah
Everybody lives and everybody dies one day
Well, that's right, what you gonna do?
And I wish you could've spent it on the truth, yeah

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Andrew Gould, Charles M. Njapa, Dan Glogower, Ivan Jackson Rosenberg, James O Connell, Malcolm James McCormick