Navigate Lyrics

She's got three dollars and forty-eight cents

That she dug out of the ashtray

She's been hiding it in her front right pocket

Saving for a chance to get away

Never fails, he's always shaking her down

He grabs her face and says girl you're never gonna leave this town

Now she's southbound on the Greyhound

Finding her way home

Mama bought her a ticket

And a chance to prove him wrong

There may be some times when you're needing a clean slate

Baby, if you want the sweet life

You better navigate

He's been pulling doubles and covering shifts

Working so hard for a base pay

Always enough to pay the bills

But never save up for a rainy day

Every day he dreams there'll be a way out

The boss says, sorry man, you can't clock out

And now he's eastbound on the runway

Making a change

His own company off the ground

That American dream underway

There's something to be said

For making your own way

Baby, if you want the sweet life

You better navigate

I was born to a man with a gun in his hand

That fell to Agent Orange

A mama whose mind was twisted so blind

From a closet and the floor

Verdict came down that I would belong to the state

Baby girl's uncle trying to give her

One last get way

I've been southbound on the Harley

Fleeing the state

I've been westbound through the painted desert

Back in 1998

You don't always know where you're gonna have to go

Baby, if you want the sweet life

You better navigate

You better navigate

You better navigate