Wasted Mind - Danny Barnes

He ain’t the first boy standing 'round a beat up Chevy

Want to sing like Eminem

Get away from your Mom and them

And get all trippin'

I see you standing in line at the five and dime

With your baby mama and her son

And he ain’t the only one

That needs an oil field whippin'

Wasted mind

You smell like turpentine

You’ll be doin' time

With no idea why

You got headers on your Honda

You should have spent the money on a carburetor overhaul

So your rusty bucket won’t stall

At the courthouse

Only seventeen with the Detroit lean

And a baby don’t look like you

You might be a little stupid too

And there’s that smart mouth

Wasted mind

You smell like turpentine

You’ll be doin' time

With no idea why

On a first name basis at the Police station

Where you spend a lot of lonely nights

Standin' in the line up lights

«Ma'am, are you sure that’s him?»

They got books at school

But that ain’t cool

They’ve got paintings at the art museum

You ain’t never gonna see 'em

Because they don’t serve light beer

Wasted mind

Smell like turpentine

You’ll be doin' time

With no idea why

Your mama says «Son, why you sleep so late

Gettin' peel and powder high?

She’s gonna find herself another guy

That will make you listen»

Seen you standing in line

At the five and dime

With a pack of smokes

Well it ain’t no joke, it was 10 AM

Wasted mind

Smell like turpentine

You’ll be doin' time

With no idea why

With no idea why