The way I’m living, shit get crazy dark Tell me lately, why we barely talk (why) Lately, I’ve been having crazy thoughts (yeah) And you know I'm tryna change, but it’s very hard Uh, ayy, yeah, them demons ain't the only ones that's up at night Oh my god,

Oh my God, I changed You can't say nothin', you can't say nothin' You end up everywhere you say you wasn't Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that's your cousin? I don't do handshakes, that shit disgusts me Oh my God, they still on the same I changed, I

But all my exes live in Texas All my exes live in Texas And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be Rosanna's down in Texarkana Wanted me to push her broom Sweet

Dance to the music Keep on dancin' to the music Keep on dancin' for the thing If them Joneses hey, us alone Then them Stoner-bag get it on And that's why, girl, me and you Get along, girl, easy to Keep on dancin' don't you hear I sing Take the floor

That's why I'm Get up and get yours nigga O, O, O, O, O I think this I'd like to reintroduce myself, ha ha

Hallelujah, I just love her so That's why I know, yes, I know Now, if I call her on the telephone And tell her that I'm all alone By the time I count from one to four I hear her - on my door In the evening when the sun goes down When there is nobody else

Goin' back home, get my old gal soon I got a map to the highway, baby Movin' on down the line You a high-priced chick, and I got to let you go I love you, baby, you think I good price Yeah, baby, I got to let you go That's why I am goin' back home, get

And we don't need nothing e-e-e-lse And I say to people, "that's my lady" I don't want no trust fund baby (no, I don't want me) I don't really want no trust fund baby And all we used to dream about Is getting rich and getting out Move to the nicer part

They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin'

Lord, I've got to keep on moving Lord, I've got to get on down Where I can't be found Lord, they're coming after me I've been accused for the killin' Lord knows I didn't do For hangin' me, they are willin', yeah, yeah And that's why I've got to get on