Sweetheart, wipe those tears away and let me love you, baby Oh darling, come out of your cave and let me love you, baby Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh It's just me and Jon, we're hanging on Trying it out, singing our song It's just Jon and me and all that we've seen

There's nothing left to say, yeah 'Cause you don't wanna try And I don't want the pain There's nothing left to do, yeah I don't want the lies And you don't feel the same It's time to let you go And bow out of the game And maybe we will find

Holla holla Holla holla At you girl Let me holla at you girl Got all these gorilla's here, all these women here 'Cause my Lamborghini doors go up and down Somebody here goin' That's why I'm tryna Holla, holla

I'm sad and low, yeah Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh You decide, if you're ever gonna, let me know (yeah) Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh I gave her everything She took my heart and left me lonely I've been broken, heart's

So can you can you get back to me? I been calling tryna get a hold of you, you (yeah, yeah) Feeling lost and I don't know what to do Nold on, let me try callin' one more time Come on, pick up man, fuck I'm calling God, leaving voicemails I know your

So go ahead and chase her Yeah, boy, you're nothing but a chaser And it cuts me like a razor You can follow her tracks, you can try to win her back Put the miles on your tires 'til you run out of gas I'm done letting you be my heartbreaker You're looking

Let it grow, let it grow, Let it blossom, let it flow In the sun, the rain, the snow, Plant your love and let it grow Love is lovely, let it grow Standing at the crossroads, trying to read the signs To tell me which way I should go to find the answer,

Where my dogs at? One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the

This gift will last forever This gift will never let you down Some things are made from better stuff And you don't give up Your heart's in wide receiving Been too long buried in the sand Just try to understand If you long enough If you're strong enough

Hey baby, I'm a country man Hey, I'm a country man A city boy can't do the things I can You need hands, rough not soft To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms Can't get these kind of muscles