Must be the city, It takes the life out of me.
Could be so easy, To get this pressure off me.
Make yourself a big pot of coffee, But pour me out a glass of iced tea.
Telephone's ringing... "Get Off Me", When 5 o'clock comes I'll Be Free
Must be the traffic, Causin' my pressure to rise.
I just can't take this. The air is burning my eyes.
Make yourself a big pot of coffee, But pour me out a glass of iced tea.
Telephone's ringing... "Get Off Me", When 5 o'clock comes I'll Be Free
Gotta leave this city. Gonna do what matters me.
Pack my bags, feeling groovy, yeah. Sun is shining down on me.
Make yourself a big pot of coffee, But pour me out a glass of iced tea.
Telephone's ringing... "Get Off Me", When 5 o'clock comes I'll Be Free
Make yourself a big pot of coffee, But pour me out a glass of iced tea.
Telephone's ringing... "Get Off Me", When 5 o'clock comes I'll Be Free
Edward Huerta - I'll Be Free Lyrics
Edward Huerta - I'll Be Free Lyrics
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Must be the city, It takes the life out of me.
Could be so easy, To get this pressure off me.
Make yourself a big pot of coffee, But pour me out a glass of iced tea.
Telephone's ringing... "Get Off Me", When 5 o'clock comes I'll Be Free
Must be the traffic, Causin' my pressure to rise.
I just can't take this. The air is burning my eyes.
Make yourself a big pot of coffee, But pour me out a glass of iced tea.
Telephone's ringing... "Get Off Me", When 5 o'clock comes I'll Be Free
Gotta leave this city. Gonna do what matters me.
Pack my bags, feeling groovy, yeah. Sun is shining down on me.
Make yourself a big pot of coffee, But pour me out a glass of iced tea.
Telephone's ringing... "Get Off Me", When 5 o'clock comes I'll Be Free
Make yourself a big pot of coffee, But pour me out a glass of iced tea.
Telephone's ringing... "Get Off Me", When 5 o'clock comes I'll Be Free
Could be so easy, To get this pressure off me.
Make yourself a big pot of coffee, But pour me out a glass of iced tea.
Telephone's ringing... "Get Off Me", When 5 o'clock comes I'll Be Free
Must be the traffic, Causin' my pressure to rise.
I just can't take this. The air is burning my eyes.
Make yourself a big pot of coffee, But pour me out a glass of iced tea.
Telephone's ringing... "Get Off Me", When 5 o'clock comes I'll Be Free
Gotta leave this city. Gonna do what matters me.
Pack my bags, feeling groovy, yeah. Sun is shining down on me.
Make yourself a big pot of coffee, But pour me out a glass of iced tea.
Telephone's ringing... "Get Off Me", When 5 o'clock comes I'll Be Free
Make yourself a big pot of coffee, But pour me out a glass of iced tea.
Telephone's ringing... "Get Off Me", When 5 o'clock comes I'll Be Free
Writer: Dan O'Brien, Edward Huerta, Rebecca Mims
Copyright: Lyrics © Creative Copiosity
Copyright: Lyrics © Creative Copiosity