We'll make a memory out of it It's gotta get easier and easier somehow 'Cause I'm falling, I'm falling I don't wanna wait for that There she goes in front of me Don't look on, take me back again We finally fall apart and we break each other's hearts If

That's how I'll always be I'll always be a fan of ol' stray dogs and guitars playin' One room churches, back road walks and front porch swingin' Sunset skies, bonfire nights, I love the simple things I'm a little more beer bottle beer joint than a fancy

What did I close in here? I can't remember ever shedding tears of spite On this ground, cropping up the fatal front line Like a soot-blackened palisade yet Impelled, void and abulic Legions delineate, an ominous skyline As lifeless demons without soul

(Fuck, can you say to me) Fuck around and drop the top on niggas When them niggas thought I wouldn't Fuck your bitch or something What I did to ya why you fronting on me Hit the trap and have it jumping Turning nothing into something Peeling off the

She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

This one's for my ride or die I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing If you ever need me around I'll be on the next train headed southbound I'll never let you down, I can't let you down Because when I couldn't get my feet on the ground You'd do

When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can't ignore, When the days turn into night, you don't got no chance to fight, I hope some day, when I'm dead and gone, We learn to right, everything that's wrong, With loving hands, turn sick to

I don't wanna be the last man standin' Or, wait a minute, maybe I do If you don't mind I'll start a new line And decide after thinkin' it through Go on in front if you're in such a hurry On second thought, maybe I do Yeah maybe I do Like heaven ain't

Sta 'nfronte a te! Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole Ma n'atu sole Cchiu' bello, oi ne' 'O sole mio 'O sole, 'o sole mio Sta 'nfronte a te Luceno 'e llastre d'a fenesta toia Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne

Paris c'est loin, Paris c'est loin d'ici Paris c'est loin, Paris c'est loin d'ici, sisi Coup de poing dans la vie à la Badr Hari Négro, Paris c'est loin sauf dans la Ferrari Front kabyle sur poitrine de Materazzi Mes sperm' ont des moteurs de Maserati