Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye Tell these fuck niggas, how you been? You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then On the style, gettin' styled 9 times out of 10 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko Jodye Who the jiggy

2AM hollerin' outside Lookin' but I cannot find Don't you fall asleep this time I been all alone on a long way drive Only you can stand my mind Only you can fix inside So if I make it out tonight Let's make it a badass time Okay, I got it, copy

We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens Of war, we don't speak anymore, Dark is the light, The man you fight, With all your prayers, incantations, Running away, a trivial day, Of judgment and deliverance, To whom was sold, this bounty

I can't be bothered to miss you anymore Month 12, day 31, and hour 24 I used to think if I missed hard enough You'd come back for sure But I can't be bothered now to miss you anymore It's not like I don't have tears to cry Such memories, so little time

I hit you up, ask what you want girl, just don't lie to me Knew when I copped that brand new coupe, you be right side of me Couldn't let you walk by since first time you say hi to me Say you can't trust these niggas no more, can you try for me? I hold

Love of my life, can't you see? What it means to me Love of my life Love of my life, you've hurt me You've broken my heart and now you leave me Bring it back, bring it back Don't take it away from me, because you don't know Love of my life, don't leave

Let's not take it slow Say you just want to wait and see it all unfold But baby when you find what you're seeking Something you can believe in you just got to go So let's not take it slow I don't want to take it slow A charcoal heart that you can't

But you, you can't say I ain't country You can say you don't like my truck You can say that I talk and I dress all funny You can say I drink too many longnecks That my edges are a little too rough You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday You can

And for a moment I don't even care Until I feel his breath at my neck And maybe even you can feel it too He's on a strike and looking at you Holding onto his words, but baby I saw an angel become the devil Well baby, I don't need any of them Heaven nor

Why don't we turn off the phones, get somewhere alone? I'll trace that smile on your face, 'til the stars fade away Baby, cut off the lights, let our hands talk tonight There's things that need to be said, we can't say it in a text Got good love to be