[Intro: Colton Brown]
La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, hey, yeah
La, La, La, La, That's all I got
[Hook]
It's a quarter after midnight
I'm on the back porch with a budlight
And I'm free-styling in the moonlight
Trying to write a song about life
And all I got, is la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, hey yeah
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, that's all I got
[Verse 1]
Man I been sitting here forever and it seems like
No matter how I put the words together they don't seem right
I try to force 'em to fit, but they don't listen
My mind get to wondering and reminiscin'
Wishin' I made different decisions in my life, (my life)
Or that I could push a button, rewind the time
Go back and do it twice, maybe gain some insight
Into the reason why my dreams rarely ever seem to take flight
Or why I keep myself grounded
I swear I lost my way along the road somewhere and never found it
Maybe it's the weed, or the alcohol ingested
But I'm sick of feeling like every cell in my brain infected
With doubt, wow, used to feel like a king
Now it seems I'm having issues with my own self-esteem
But I'll pick me back up with another Bud Light
Maybe then I'll be in a better position to write a song about life...
[Hook]
It's a quarter after midnight
I'm on the back porch with a budlight
And I'm free-styling in the moonlight
Trying to write a song about life
And all I got, is la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, hey yeah
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, that's all I got
[Verse 2]
I'm searching for the perfect word but I ain't hearing it
SNAFU, prolly accurate for what I'm dealing with
Situation normal, all fucked up
It's like I never catch a break and I never luck up
I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired of everything
Tired of being pulled in every direction like cellophane
Stretching me thin, pop like a rubberband
Never get ahead man I think I need another plan
Rent late, another ramen noodle dinner night
A damn fool, broke too, that's what I'm feeling like
When will I get it right, I'll prolly never know
But even if I'm in pain I'll never let it show
Just disappear and let the ink from my pen
Fill the pages of my composition book once again
Reach in the cooler grab another Bud Light
Maybe then I'll be in a better position to write a song about life...
[Hook]
It's a quarter after midnight
I'm on the back porch with a budlight
And I'm free-styling in the moonlight
Trying to write a song about life
And all I got, is la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, hey yeah
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, that's all I got
[Verse 3]
It seem like every sip I'm taking from this bottle
Got the words coming quicker so I'm drinking til tomorrow
At least until I pass out, until my case gone
Until my neighbors start complaining that the bass on
Speaking of bass, my foundation crumblin'
Uphill battles hard to win when you stumblin'
Sick of feelin' melancholy, having a heavy heart
So tired of feelin' like my life is so very dark
But I digress, cause all this negativity
It don't alleviate my level of stress
So I'ma reach in the cooler grab another Bud Light
Maybe then I'll be in a better position to write a song about life...
[Hook]
It's a quarter after midnight
I'm on the back porch with a budlight
And I'm free-styling in the moonlight
Trying to write a song about life
And all I got, is la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, hey yeah
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, that's all I got
[Hook]
It's a quarter after midnight
I'm on the back porch with a budlight
And I'm free-styling in the moonlight
Trying to write a song about life
And all I got, is la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, hey yeah
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, that's all I got
