Good Time

I guess it's written on my face God, I get so sick of this place I gotta get up, get out, and get a life The days run long and nights too short Not much time for me no more And I'm well overdue So now I'm going to... Let my hair down Bleach blonde Turn the ringer off and the engine on Cause I can't wait to get to the good time. Just one stop at the ATM Grab a hundred bucks, and a real good friend Pack it up and take a load off my mind Cause I can't wait to get to the good time Me and my baby get along Got a lot of love, got it goin' on I wouldn't let go, not for anything Something 'bout how the highway feels When your Drivin' along on your freedom wheels You know any destination will kill the frusturation