Wood Stove

The wood stove was burning in the kitchen While willy was sleeping by the door I tied my boots and grabbed my lunch box Like I do at three quarters past four To my right I can see the sun rise Straight ahead the city is still dark I called in sick because I threw up My mind's tearing my body apart cs I work my frigid youth away In the winters of my 20s I understand the old cliche life aint about the money so I spend my time on making memories that is our currency But currently I'm worried I'll f*ck around get stuck in this Little town I was born into cnd never do the things I'm was born to do I gotta get up get out and get something clways been an Outkast like cndré 3000