I need a different kind of change of what’s in my pocket
I ain’t no saint but might be a prophet I know what’s coming to pass
Between me and you Like a southwest plane I’m taking off, leaving
I’ve said it before but this time I mean it
My bags are packed and judging my rear view
What’s bad you me
you ain’t I need
You’re I’m free
the
Like a down open road
Where I
we’ll be a memory
What’s bad you me
nights you left me
you’re selling, I’m sorry but I ain’t buying
the way, I’m begging your
What’s bad you me
you ain’t I need
You’re I’m free
the
Like a down open road
Where I
we’ll be a memory
What’s bad you me
It’s high time your green eyes
To cry like mine long nights
Cause I ain’t coming home
What’s bad you me
you ain’t I need
You’re I’m
the breeze
Like a down open
Where I knows
we’ll be a
What’s bad you me
