When I'm up I can't can't get down Can't Can't get down, can't can't get level Get my feet back on on the ground I am the fountain of affection I'm the instrument of joy And to keep the good times rolling I'm the boy, I'm the boy, You know the world could be our oyster, You

Hey there ain't no doubt that God's been good to me Well I can't can't believe I'm sittin' here today Picking on on my banjo with a big big smile on on my face Writin' new words to an old school melody Oh the sun is shinin' on down in Tennessee And right now where I'm

Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it) Hit it from the back, pussy mount it up (mount it) Tatted up, tat it up, tat it up (we tatted) Can't Can't none of my niggas get in Canada (nope) Bet it up, bet it up, bet it up (big bettin') Tell 'em it's a go,

Feel better if you just lie You got leaving in your eyes Read you like an open book Standing on on the edge but you can't can't look down Sure is quiet, sky's too blue You ain't hiding but I can't can't find you Sheets on on the line so, nothing's changed Guess it's

I know I thought I can’t let go go Well it’s over He won’t take me back when I come around Says he’s sorry then he puts me out I got a big big chain around my neck And I’m broken down like a train wreck Can’t let go go You told me baby one more time Won’t make me

Oh, some things you can't can't go back to Some things you can't can't go back to Some things need left alone Don't mess with the memories of a life passed on on All the tumbling reservations, at the heart of my mistakes 'Cause you let them slip away I don't wanna be a

When God paints Sometimes I take for granted the simple things But there's always a bigger picture I can't can't explain I can be his biggest critic when it starts to rain When God paints, birds sing He colors every feather on on a sparrow's wings When God

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Just a little bit Now make it clap You know what to do with that big big fat butt Hot damn it Your booty like two planets Go Go head, and go go ham sandwich Woah, I can't can't stand it 'Cause you know what to do with that big big fat butt

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz Theres no we, it seems I can't can't get free Sombody tell me what's happenin to me The country bud got me chokin I'm on on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the

And all you're ever gonna be is mean Someday I'll be living in a big big old city Someday I'll be big big enough so you can't can't hit me Why you gotta be so mean? (Why you gotta be so mean) You, with your words like knives And swords and weapons that you use against