Indian summer, Lake Mojave It's hot for November but that's fine by me Lately I been losing my mind Ain't had time to sleep it's just Grind, grind, grind I need some space Some time to breathe This motherfucking stress been getting to me Poison my blood with a trunk full of drugs Light up my soul with the Gods above Lawyers, guns, and money on the radio Tan lines, Modelo's, and some stepped on blow Kick back Take a drag Good times like these don't tend to last Hard times and cheap boxed wine Bloodshot eyes and a woman's lies I'm getting old and you'd think I'd know by now Falling in love is just a waste of time Lawyers, guns, and money on the radio Tan lines, Modelo's, and some stepped on blow Kick back Take a drag Good times like these don't tend to last Lawyers, guns, and money on the radio Tan lines, Modelo's, and some stepped on blow Kick back Take a drag Good times like these don't tend to last