The deepest gray forever lives inside of me But I am not afraid for I have lived this agony And so so my patience thins Could blood not be so so sweet Or flow enough to sustain Two hundred nine tomorrow's rise And I'm alone again Please not this way So So sweet

I have a life that's good At the end of the day Two arms around me Heaven to ground me And a family that always calls me home Four wheels to get there Enough love to share And a sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet song

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Alabama, ah ah ah Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland

I am lost in the black chamber There's no way to turn back It takes me down forevermore And death would be so so sweet I'm possessed by the old creature Who had planned all To take my soul Too late for me In my hands

Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings We haffi run from half of di gyal dem (So So sweet, so so sweet) (So So sweet, you're so so sweet) Mi and di mandem Dem want mi children and tings (You're so so sweet, so so sweet) She say mi tooth-tooth sweet sweet Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings yet

Just an old sweet sweet song Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind) I said Georgia Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you Keeps Georgia on my mind

Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of It took so so long, for me to realize How strong your heart is And all this time, my mind was working In strange ways Through the love in your eyes Sharp turn, my mind is a blur Slow passage through the air

(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sweet sugar cane) Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night All times of the night, all times of the night Charms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this) Empty the bottle nigga let the Dom drip

Wait a while eternity Old Mother Nature's got nothin' on me Come to me, run to me, come to me now I'm rollin' my sweetheart I'm flowin' by God It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good We has turkey and pistols carved out of wood I dream of

Thong, th-thong, thong, thong When you’ve got an ass like mine Sweet Sweet design Baby got back on my cockback Where's the men at? Someone’s gonna move a lot of heads What’s mine, sweet design Word travels fast “Thong Song,” I'ma bring it, part 2