He's got greasy hair, greasy clothes
And when you ask him, man, man, he knows
He's got a smile like a dream he once told
He's got a couple of fingers and his toes
Last time he seen 'em, man, who knows
He's built down by the bottom and he lets it all slide

We come together, we can ride
Laid back and feeling high

Got some money and a dress
So much you made of yourself but it's been a mess
He's got a way of talking, he does slow
He's been crass, he's been mean
Some of the things he said I ain't ever seen like a
Big mama bangin' on my door

He start to come in
Is this the right house?
They tend to do it slow
He threw the moment into the wind
Into his power and his life

Got my count and I countered right
I got home some time last night
I didn't recognize myself or the way that I spoke
Got into a round with a friend
That once told me back, back when
You were a better man when you called your shit out
Said "that's your opinion, you're kinda wrong"
Let's get to feeling nice
You get to come home in the morning
I get to feeling right

You get to come out onto a limb
He stands there calling you his friend
Gives me the run around then insist
Things were better back then