Sing That Song

Coffee cigarettes in the morning
Keep me moving at a wasted pace
Maybe I can bury all the chances
That my momma told me not to waste
I ain't living up to expectations
I'm the kid that clipped his own damn wings
Till a mean old man with a gun in his hand said
Boy... you better sing

Boy sing that song to me
Sing a song with a melody, that goes
Oh oh oh oh oh

Been living out of suitcases
Packed to the brim with all the shit I own
Thumbing through the city
While I'm crashing on couches that were never my own
Developed a bad reputation
From some people that I don't even know
Till a mean old man
With a gun in his hand said
boy you better go

Boy sing that song to me
Sing a song with a melody, that goes
Oh oh oh oh oh
Boy sing that song to me
Sing a song with a melody, that goes
Oh oh oh oh oh

Singing oh sing that song to me
Sing a song with a melody, that goes
Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh sing that song to me
Sing a song with a melody, that goes
Oh oh oh oh oh