That boy is a real pussy pleaser All that fetty but he never met Masika Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica Young girls always lookin' for a soulmate But I shoulda listened to what momma told me Furry moon boots, shades

I don't know how to love. I just know how to live. All I feel is hate. Will you forgive me? I don't know how to breathe with you too far away. Will you forgive me? There's nothing to me now. An empty shell unfolded. How, when we learn to pray inside our

I hear them all the time I hear you all the time Grandma's singing in the bedroom It's a near forgotten lullaby She used to sing when I wasn't well Father's outside chopping firewood Like he did when he'd been drinking Or when he and mom were at it again

I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby All night long, all night long, all night long And all these pretty people up on El Cerrito Place They all got somethin' in their pockets, all got somethin' on their face Me I've been lookin'

Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is Imma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People calling me, asking me for money, man The only thing Imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone On the down low, haters drown slow I been

Cuz they are the ones that you fear most All this and you trade it in for nothing The time has finally come you get a mouth full You only act on greed and by your actions this is proof And can't you see the flowers dying all around you Got your hands in

You know it's coming You know it's So one of the things I need y'all to do for me is You gotta know that it's coming. And once you know it's coming, Once you know it's coming, Stay in the zone. Stay on fire. Reach your maximum level.

Don't let don't let don't let don't let One man can make one women hate all men Baby, I'm sorry (Not gonna let you down) Sorry for the things that happened to you, babe For what he did I'll show you that I'm not gonna do those things that he did to you

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made

Stack it up like cinnamon, we'll get it real fast Pick it up, pack it up, put it in a bag Until there's nothing left of you Until there's nothing left for you If you work all day you keep the rhythm through the night If you work all night you keep the