In case you didn't know That I could live this life without you Even though I don't tell you all the time You had my heart a long, long time ago I can't count the times I almost said what's on my mind Just the other day I wrote down all the things I'd say

Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman They just spent like two or three weeks out the country Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing Taliban, Taliban You don't have to call I hit my dance like Usher

And so I can't keep this up I have had enough 'cause you can count me out Well I'm up and I don't know why But I guess that's all that counts Looking 'round as I'm holding my head And I'm in somebody's house The sun it hits like a punch in the face With

A little bit later on When the stars come out And the sun’s long gone We’re gonna drink up a lotta beer a little later on You know out in the country don’t make no plans We’re gonna get on outta here a little later on Rockin' out all night and roll back

Tell me that it's all okay (tell me that it's all okay) I've been waitin' on this all damn day (waitin' on this all damn day) Call me in the mornin', tell me how last night went I'll put you out of your misery I'm here, but don't count on me to stay That

Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go Say you're real out of your block If you leave me you're out of your mind My baby is a (ten) We dressing through the (nine) He pick me up with (eight) Make me feel so lucky (seven) He kiss me in his (six) We be

I'll still call my hometown home That's all I'm ever gonna be You can take me out of the country But you can't take the country out of me, no 'Cause I'm still the girl from Golden Had to get away so I could grow But it don't matter where I'm goin' I've

Don't leave me out the chain And the devil's forever in my veins Count me, count me, call my name Crimson tears falling and my shirt is blood-stained 'Cause the devil's forever in my veins The devil's forever in my veins Lately I've been afraid of myself

Round and round and round and round we go Why we can't be satisfied I don't know Some folks livin' in the country can't wait to get in their pickup trucks and go to town There's people livin' in a penthouse dying to get out in the sticks and ride around

Southside and East Side Gucci (We an army) They call me peacoat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa) Gucci Mane home ballin' while your bank account fallin' (damn) Gucci Mane, I don't fear no one but God (on God) For fifty mil' I'll get in the ring and