Payday - Lauren Jenkins

Ain’t got no place to be

Just waiting on the small hand to hit the 5 o’clock and

I’m hitting up the ABC

To get a little whiskey, to get a little tipsy

Ain’t nobody checking on me

And ever since you left me, it’s been a little lonely

But that don’t bother me, no

'Cause it’s Friday

And I’m drinking my payday away

Ain’t got nothing to save for

No, no mortgage, no, no four kids

I don’t feel any pain

All this whiskey in my veins

No more heartache, no more heartbreak

I’ll be okay, drinking my payday away

I know I sound a little unruly

Ain’t acting like a lady, I’m acting kinda crazy

But I don’t wanna be with nobody

You really messed me up, so I’m getting messed up on

Maker’s Mark on the rocks, I’m gonna have a

Good time, bottom line

I’m drinking my payday away

Ain’t got nothing to save for

No, no mortgage, no, no four kids

I don’t feel any pain

All this whiskey in my veins

No more heartache, no more heartbreak

I’ll be okay, drinking my payday away

Don’t need your love anyway

Don’t need to go to AA, no way

Just gotta show up on Monday so I can get paid

I’m drinking my payday away

Ain’t got nothing to save for

No, no mortgage, no, no four kids

I don’t feel any pain

All this whiskey in my veins

No more heartache, no more heartbreak

I’ll be okay, drinking my payday away

Payday, payday away

Payday, payday away

Payday, payday away

Payday, payday away

Payday, payday away

Payday, payday away

Payday, payday away

Payday, payday away