Count To Four - You Got You're Woody Allen In My Gerard Butler lyrics

rate me

And I'm waking up again

Talk to the hand 'cause spinning is my head

I'm asking questions and I'm

Cleaning out my soul

Because growing up was just practice

It's the life thereafter that's the test

Jesus Christ don't tell my this

I'm praying that I will not be missed

(Chorus)

It's about structure

It's about getting where I need to be

I'm fighting for this everyday

My mind's in the gutter and it's telling me to stay

It's about structure

It's about knowing where I need to be

This is who I am today

I pray tomorrow I will be the same

The framing in my house is fucked

I wish I'd say it's just bad luck

Can't even blame it on the boogie

Doing all this to myself

Make my life a living hell

Help me find my way

The concrete's cracking and it's fucking up my day

(Chorus)