Thank God for hometowns Thank God for the county lines that welcome you back back in When you were dying to get get out Thank God for church pews And all the faces that won’t forget you You got somewhere to go and get get found And when you’re lost out in in this crazy

It's calling me back back to my home Home it's what I long for I can't keep away from her touch Shine-lake of fire Lines take me higher My mind drips desire Confined and overtired Living this charade Is getting me nowhere

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back Back slid my way into that place where souls get get lost Lines get get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father

Battle of the Sexes Radio Get Get your money right, ladies Welcome back back to Where it is 12:45 in in the A.M. And Disturbing The Peace Is our in in studio guest Our hot-line is lit the fuck up With people with relationship issues

Let me get get mine, you get get yours Can you put your hands my waistline Want your skin up against mine Move my hips to the baseline Hang a please don't disturb sign Put my back back into a slow grind Sending chills up and down my spine Gotta hit that spot just

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

When I get get my hands on you, We'll let tonight turn tomorrow back back into the night, I'm gonna do every little everything, anything girl that you want me to, when it's finally just you and me, I'm gonna make you go crazy baby, when I get get my hands on you,

Work a little less, play a little more That's what this day is for And all I wanna do is lace my J's and lace some Jack in in my Coke Work on my laid back, ain't nothin' wrong With gettin' my sun daze on, gettin' my sun daze on All I wanna do today is wear

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

No more questions, get get back in in line! (just get get back in in line!) The duller the knife, the longer it takes (the longer it takes) But now it's your turn Leaving your bones out on the stones, picking them clean (picking them clean) And carving the truth,