Making It Out Lyrics

I'll never be low enough

To get some casual muff

For some reason it's driving me mad

And you're still sitting here

With dirty cotton in your ears

'Cause "God, Jaymie, he's so bad!"

And you know he only kisses

The wrong pair of lips

Whenever he feels sensitive

But who the hell am I

With the spit in my eye

'Cause all I wanna do is live

All my life I worked to be

The man you need

And now you won't even do me a solid

And keep me company

And it's days like this that make me miss

The years of hell in the south

'Cause God, at least I had the hope

Of one day making it out

(Making it out)

Racey days help me through the hopeless haze

But I don't wanna change your mind

'Cause it's all about you and what you wanna do

So I hate you more every time

And you keep callin' up

To say you're coming over

When all it does is bum me out

You're rude and open-minded

So no, I'll never find it

I always take my twist with a shout

(Shake it up, baby)

All my life I worked to be

The man you need

And now you won't even do me a solid

And keep me company

And it's days like this that make me miss

The years of hell in the south

'Cause God, at least I had the hope

Of one day making it out

(Making it out)

And you know he only kisses

The wrong pair of lips

Whenever he feels sensitive

But who the hell am I

With the spit in my eye

'Cause all I wanna do is live

All my life I worked to be

The man you need

And now you won't even do me a solid

And keep me company

And it's days like this that make me miss

The years of hell in the south

'Cause God, at least I had the hope

Of one day making it out

(Making it out)