The Good Life - The Good Life lyrics

She didn't smoke last Tuesday Didn't even take a sip It's Wednesday night, she's bumming bu*ts And sinking like a ship She came to at the tiger mart An orange in her hand A hundred miles from anywhere Her pockets full of sand Living the good life In the summertime Flying so high Living the good life He ain't sunk an eight ball In at least as many years But all that really kept him safe Is circumstance and fear He woke up with a nosebleed And a pounding in his head A naked woman twice his age Lay scattered 'cross the bed Living the good life In the summertime Flying so high Living the good life Eighty thousand dollars For a new Mercedes Benz Used to ride the market Like a vulture on the wind It's funny how 8 cylinders Don't hardly make no sound The last he ever heard Was that garage door going down Living the good life In the summertime Flying so high Living the good life Ain't this a good life In the summertime We're flying so high Ain't this a good life