That's Your Opinion

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 sometime 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 runaround, then insist

Things were better back then