The Good Life – Jace EverettBy She didn’t smoke last TuesdayDidn’t even take a sipIt’s Wednesday night, she’s bumming buttsAnd sinking like a shipShe came to at the tiger martAn orange in her handA hundred miles from anywhereHer pockets full of sandLiving the good lifeIn the summertimeFlying so highLiving the good lifeHe ain’t sunk an eight ballIn at least as many yearsBut all that really kept him safeIs circumstance and fearHe woke up with a nosebleedAnd a pounding in his headA naked woman twice his ageLay scattered ‘cross the bedLiving the good lifeIn the summertimeFlying so highLiving the good lifeEighty thousand dollarsFor a new Mercedes BenzUsed to ride the marketLike a vulture on the windIt’s funny how 8 cylindersDon’t hardly make no soundThe last he ever heardWas that garage door going downLiving the good lifeIn the summertimeFlying so highLiving the good lifeAin’t this a good lifeIn the summertimeWe’re flying so highAin’t this a good life www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20