I want to pop a top
and throw one back
Don't really care
about after that
Gonna wonder about
and check around
See what's up
and just hang out
Been working all week
making some man rich
Don't care about much
no real bitch
I can feel the fire
burnin at my back
got my eye on the door
Not getting trapped
I got 12 cold ounces
that say I am free
don't even care
who is lookin at me
May light me a smoke
walk outside
jump on my horse
go for a ride
Spent most of my life
towin the line
bustin my butt
but at least I'm tryin
pay my own bills
make my own way
don't ask for a handout
that's not my way
Not lookin to hook up
or advance my name
just wanting to kick back
not playin no games
Come monday morning
got to punch that clock
right here right now
gonna pretend I'm not
I got 12 cold ounces
that say I am free
don't even care
who is lookin at me
May light me a smoke
walk outside
get on my bike
go for a ride
12 Cold ounces
say I'm Free
Pop you a top
come and join me
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