You've got your hair permed.
You've got your red dress on.
Screamin', "that second gear was such a turn on."
And the fog forming on my window,
Tells me that the morning's here.
And you'll be gone before too long.

Who taught you those new tricks?
Damn; I shouldn't start that talk.
But life is one big question,
When you're starin' at the clock.
And the answer's always waiting,
At the liquor store,
Forty-Ounce to Freedom; so I take that walk.

And I know that,
Ooh, I'm not going back. [1]
Oh, I'm not going back.
Oh, lord knows, I'm not going back.
Ooh, I'm not going, not going, not going.

"Guy #1:
Hey, man. Anyone wanna make a run to ampm with me? Now bro, shit, can you like, loan me like, a buck or two dude? I'm totally broke right now. Totally broke, man. Get over it."

"Guy #2:
It's like, quarter-to right now bro; let's skate. Jai should, Jai said he was gonna be here at, like, two o'clock; I haven't even seen him. Guy owes me twenty bucks, man. Fuckin'. I'm not dealin' with that fuckin' dude no more. Can you take those bottles back Eric?"

And you look so fine,
When you lie it just don't show.
I know which way the wind blows.
A Forty-Ounce to Freedom is the only chance I have,
To feel good; even though I feel bad.

And I know that,
Ooh, I'm not going back.
Oh Oh, I'm not going back.
Oh, lord knows, I'm not going back.
Ooh, I'm not going, not going, not going.

And I know that,
Ooh, I'm not going back.
Oh, oh, I'm not going back.
Oh, lord knows, I'm not going back.
Ooh...

"There's, like, a whole one left in the freezer..."