Highballers Close To The Line
Well I chase money. I drink beer
Everyday around five, I kickstart my mind
With a joint and a cigarette
I kick it like a rock star ya'll, but I ain't famous yet
Well, I live in a city
Far away from my closest kin
A tadpole in a crowded puddle
Working my way through the mud
Just trying to make some friends.
And will I look back on all these times
We were broke but not falling behind
Living close to the line
Living close to the line
Living close to the line
Two kids, suburban living
But, I'm a rocker through and through ya'll
Straight down to my soul
And it kills me to drive a hybrid
Gasoline, that's the fuel of rock and roll
And will I look back on all times and remember
How we used to be
Yeah maybe we are at our best
When we're fighting just to make ends meet
Let's all party. Ya'll put your hands up
Go on grab yourself somebody lord,
And kiss them on the mouth
Cause this East Coast, well it's alright
But when I get the cash ya'll,
I'm moving back down south.
And I'll smile when I remember these times
We were broke, not falling behind
Living close to the line
Living close to the line
Living close to the line
