I met a man and he sold luck at only five dollars a pound
I thought luck was free, but hey empty my bank account
So fill my car I’m driving far down every main street in this town
And when I do it, I will leave my windows down
Know my mind is not a well, and no my mind
It‘ll never run dry
Leave it alone
Leave it all alone
I saw a man thought to be wise; you could see it shine through his eyes
Obliged to share, he pushed his thoughts in on mine
My mind was filled with lessons learned and places I had never seen
It left me wondering, is this my life I’m living?
You ain’t got the ink to fill the signature I’m signing
You ain’t got the key to start the engine that I’m driving
You ain’t got the brick to keep the soul that I’ve been housing
You ain’t got mine, you aint got my type
(You ain’t got mine, you aint got my)
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