Cinderella

When I get up in the morning
Got a world of trouble on my mind
And nothin seems too easy
When your clocks tickin quarter to five
Make my way down to the door
Cant put my troubles on no shelf
Cause when nobody worries for you
You got to worry for youself
Cruisin in my four wheels
Its got everything I need inside
Think Ill stop and fill it up for the ride
Man said that be twenty dollars
Mister, by the way hows your health
I said mister heres your money
Now you keep your questions for yourself
And its my life that Im livin
Wouldnt want to be no one else
So if you dont like how I dot it
Ya better keep it to yourself