Song Lyrics

Your joy is killing me
I don't have anything
Remember when we used to wear each other's clothes?
Yeah I've been struggling
But I know lots of things
And I got an idea that's gonna turn on the money hose

Choking on a joke, tryin' to keep it light
I could never quite get the timing right
But you, you never know how it feels
I got ideas
No one knows

We watched you on TV
At the recovery
The sound was good but you were always lookin' down
Don't take this personally
But man, if that was me
I'd make more eye contact with the camera kind of work the crowd

You probably think I'd call to say that you were right
But I'm blackout drunk in a cotton field on a Friday night
And I got nothing to do but tell you how I feel
I got ideas
So watch out

You always think I'm bluffin'
Like I'm some kind of Mississippi Nuthin'
But I was first-string quarterback, drove you everywhere
Oh that time when Ronnie hit you so hard
You tried to drive and wrecked your car
And I had to help you wash the blood out of your hair

'Cause I've always been
That kind of go-to friend
Well maybe it's true
Maybe I'm just a blue-collar version of you

You're on a winnin' streak
But I got laid off last week
But I got a plan that's gonna turn it all around
I got ideas
I got ideas
No one knows

Cary Ann Hearst, Michael Trent Robinson