Damn country music The strum of strings on a flat top The hum of wheels on the blacktop It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer I packed it all on a whim Threw an old Hank cassette tape in Dad's '84 rusty Ford He swore we'd never make it I quit my

If I'd never left, I'd never have known We all dream of leaving, but wind up in the end Spending all our time trying to get back home again If I could go back home, if I could go back home I'm counting on a memory to get me out of here I'm waiting for

Pop a rubber band start countin' Buy everything on the counter Everything I got on designer Diamonds on me look like a fountain, yeah Gotta eat me a rapper today I forgot to eat man Smokin' out my brain cells Got the trap doin' numbers

Don\'t call me nigger, whitey! Don\'t call me whitey, nigger! Well I went down across the country, and I heard some voices rang. They was talkin\' softly to each other and not a word could change a thing. Chorus (3 separate times)

Just enough for two in here Ain't nobody but you and me in here Yeah, what can we do in here? What can we do? What can we do? Baby there's room in here Cause baby there's room in here I want you by lonesome, above this counter space It's easy and

Lady starlight, help me tonight Help me to find my love I see the stars, they're miles and miles away Walking through a winter night, Counting the stars And passing time Like our love Lady starlight, help me to find my love

Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how

I need this It's crazy what you could've had Crazy what you could've had It's all the same You wear me out One, two, three, four This flower is scorched This film is on

The weekend sits on my hillbilly world You better be ready when the sun goes down I'm a hayseed And a plow boy I'm a farm kid And a cowboy I'm a roughneck My daddy was a roughneck too I run around with hillbilly girls

Baa, baa, black sheep Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir Three bags full One for the master One for the dame And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane Three bags full.