White Trash with Money lyrics

It's a little too late
I'm a little too gone
A little to tired of this hangin' on
So I'm lettin' go while I'm still strong enough to

It's got a little too sad
I'm a little too blue
It's a little too bad you were too good to be true
I'm big time over you baby
It's a little too late

No I don't wanna talk about what we can do about us anymore
All the time you would be wastin'

Thought I call you up
see if you would celebrate the day you were born
it's a little belated
but date is just a number
its really overrated to me

Yeah november 3rd
thats the day I remember
cause its 37 days after mine in September
you thought Id forgot
cause here it is december again

chorus:
Oh happy birthday baby
wanna see you tonight
I got your present waitin'

I got a sweet little woman at home she knows that I love her true
I've gotten three little kids on the floor
And they love their daddy too
I've got one on the way and I don't think I can pay the doctor bills
I never finished payin' the last one off
Don't guess I never will
Yeah we'd save it all up for a rainy day but it's always sunny

I almost said I love you
Could I really be that kind of guy
See one candle burning in your eye
And watch my heart fill up with butterflies
I almost said I need you
Girl I shouldn't go there anymore
Act like I've never been in love before
You probably think it's my first time

Is this what love is all about
Am I gettin' in too deep?
I wouldn't want to freak you out

Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip
I ain't nothing but a number on his timecard slip,
I give him 4

Yeah when I came to you were standin' by the foot of the bed
I was still hung over and my eyes were a bloodshot red
Did ya think that things were gonna be different
Did ya think you tore my whole world apart
But as you can see there's no pain in my head
And down in this old broken heart

I took your leavin' with a grain of salt
Tequila and a slice of lime
Yeah the minute you left

She called me on the phone and said come on get on the plane tonight, pronto
So just like everytime when kemo sabe cried for help
Here come tonto
I guess you rin a lover off again
And I can't believe how long it's been
I had my fingers runnin' through her hair
Only bad thing about it
I ain't already there

Baby I just landed grabbed my bag and hopped a cab
And I'm comin' solo

Note to self better call
She'll be mad as hell
If I know her at all
Cause today's her birthday
And I almost forgot
Note to self I better not

Not to self on my way home
Don't forget the roses
Dom perignon
You know how she loves a
Great big surprise
Note to self you're skatin' on thin ice

Mmmm I ain't gonna screw it up this time
Mmmm I'm gonna really make her proud she's mine

My buddy said his girlfriend is as pretty as can be
He said help a brother out tonight and come double date with me
She's got a baby sister and they're headed into town
They're lookin' for a good time and they're
Fun to be around

I said what do she look like? He scratched his head and stated
She was a homecoming football queen before she graduated
We'll wine and dine and do 'em fine