Way of Life

What if that stick turned blue in the Kwik Stop bathroom?
Would the world stop too?
Would all those strangers stay on paper?
Acid dreams that never came true
Would you get married? Settle for settlin' down
And never leave this one-way town?
Just 'cause that’s what you’re supposed to do
If it don’t fit the mold, that don’t mean it ain’t okay
To be a lover, be a mama, be a sinner, be a saint
To get there early, late, or never don’t mean you didn’t get it right
'Cause it don’t have to all go the same way to be a way of life
Just look at mine, oh yeah
Just look at mine, yeah yeah
Those three jobs just weren’t enough
To get that 4-year degree
Had to pay that car off just to have
Somewhere I could sleep
My family were all my friends
And it let me break when life would bend
Betcha don’t believe that that was me
If it don’t fit the mold, that don’t mean it ain’t okay
To be a lover, be a mama, be a sinner, be a saint
To get there early, late, or never don’t mean you didn’t get it right
'Cause it don’t have to all go the same way to be a way of life
Just look at mine, oh yeah
Just look at mine, yeah yeah
We’re all tryna go to the same place
All tryna get through the same day
There ain’t a winner, this ain’t a race
If if don’t fit the mold, that don’t mean it ain’t okay
To be a lover, be a mama, be a sinner, be a saint
To get there early, late, or never don’t mean you didn’t get it right
'Cause it don’t have to all go the same way to be a way of life
No, it don’t have to all go the same way to be a way of life
Just look at mine, oh yeah
(To be a lover, be a mama, be a sinner, be a saint)
(To be a lover, be a mama, be a sinner, be a saint)
Just look at mine, just look at mine