He ain't the first boy standing round a beat up Chevy
Want to sing like Eminem
Get away from your Mom and them
And get all trippin'

I see you standing in line at the five and dime
With your babymama and her son
And he ain't the only one
That needs an oil field whippin'

Wasted mind
You smell like turpentine
You'll be doin' time
With no idea why

You got headers on your Honda
Should have spent your money on a carburetor overhaul
So your rusty bucket won't stall
At the courthouse

Only seventeen with the Detroit lean
And a baby don't look like you
You might be a little stupid too
And there's that smart mouth

Wasted mind
You smell like turpentine
You'll be doin' time
With no idea why

On a first name basis at the Police station
Where you spend a lot of lonely nights
Standin' in the line up lights
"Ma'am, are you sure that's him?"

They got books at school
But that ain't cool
They got paintings at the art museum
You ain't never gonna see 'em
Because they don't serve light beer

Wasted mind
Smell like turpentine
You'll be doin' time
With no idea why

Your mama says "Son, why you sleep so late
Gettin' peel and powder high?"
She's gonna find herself another guy
That will make you listen

Seen you standing in line
At the five and dime
With a pack of smokes
Well it ain't no joke, it was ten am

Wasted mind
Smell like turpentine
You'll be doin' time
With no idea why
With no idea why


Lyrics submitted by exodusdamage

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