Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? Wake up, nigga, wake up I've been outta my mind a long time Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us We bout to get this paper I'm a Chicago south sider Money

I am a human being, capable of doing terrible things. There's lightning striking all over the world. You people are mistaken if you think that I'm awake and celebrating anything that I've become. Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should of slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told

Ain't gone be no talking, while I'm doing my thang Keep it on the hush, don't say nothing Yo thang, yo thang The doors are open Sister Martha, so glad to see you Glad your parole came through Oh yea so glad everybody came out this morning We reading from

You have my word I won't bother you no more As I face the lonely night As I walk right out that door Yes I'm doing alright As I face the brand new day No more sorrows will I find I've got tomorrow on my side No more teardrops will I cry

Almost blue Almost doing things we used to do There's a boy here and he's almost you Almost all the things that your eyes once promised I see in his too Now your eyes are red from crying Flirting with this disaster became me It named me as the fool who

We're all in, we're all in love, yeah 'Cause after the afterparty, we're gonna keep it goin' We're gonna rip it up, the neighbors might complain Monday to Sunday doing it our way RiRi on replay, cheers to the weekday Uh huh, hey, uh huh, Monday to

Nothing should matter Not when love grows inside you There's a miracle in store How could I throw away a miracle How could I face another day It's all of my doing I made a choice And today I pay

Didn't think it would take this long To see the things that you've been doing Didn't think I could wait this long To make the point that you've been proving I wish we all could make it The point that you've been proving The country's gone to hell But

'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singing pretty songs We country boys, doing country outlaw We need another Haggard, or Johnny Cash Somebody chewing tobacco, and whipping ass I need a preacher, I need a savior How about y'all? Can I get an