| We live in trailers and apartments too
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| From California to Kalamazoo
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| Grow up, get married and when that one ends
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| We hate sleepin' alone, so we get married again
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| Don’t wanna be buried in debt or in sin
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| So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto
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| 'Cause there ain’t but two ways we can change tomorrow
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| And it ain’t no genie and it ain’t no bottle
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| So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto
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| We love to complain about what we can’t fix
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| Mostly mothers-in-law, traffic, and politics
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| We tell our kids how hard it was back when
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| Same way our parents did to us back then
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| Thought we’d be different, but we’re just like them
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| Yeah, we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto
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| 'Cause there ain’t but two ways we can change tomorrow
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| And it ain’t no genie and it ain’t no bottle
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| So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto
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| We load our kids up in our new used car
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| And after church, we hit the mini-mart
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| Behind the counter, up there on the wall
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| It reads 200 million on the Powerball
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| Six little numbers that could change it all
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| So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto
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| 'Cause there ain’t but two ways we can change tomorrow
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| And it ain’t no genie and it ain’t no bottle
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| So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto
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| Like a bumper sticker, like a poor man’s motto
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| Times are tough and our time is borrowed
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| So let’s pray to Jesus and let’s play the lotto |