Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door. Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Ma, take this badge off of me. I can't use it any more. It's getting dark, too dark to see. Ma, take these guns away from me. I can't shoot them any more. There's a long

Eat the rich There's only one thing that they are good for Take one bite now - come back for more I gotta get this off my chest Take one bite now - spit out the rest Well I woke up this morning On the wrong side of the bed And how I got to thinkin' About

They say love is pain, well darling, let's hurt tonight Worn to the bones Don't walk away, don't roll your eyes When, when we came home I told myself, "this could get rough" And when, when I was off, which happened a lot You came to me and said, "that's

Drip too hard, don’t stand too close You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave Doing all these shows, I’ve been on the road I don't care where I go, long as I get paid Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed Every

You've been through what I've been through man Old boots, new dirt, no reminders I've got a feeling this town will get me over her Nothing feels better than old boots, new dirt A cup of coffee from a waitress I ain't ever met She asked, "Are you just

Hey mothafucka I’m real as shit Aw yeah I’m back in this bitch Everything I’m talkin bout real as, real as shit And you don’t gotta like it but get off my dick And you don’t gotta like it but get off my, off my Everything I’m talkin bout real as shit Why

I knew my rent was gon' be later 'bout a week ago I work my ass off But I still can't pay it though But I got just enough To get off in this club Have me a good time, before my time is up Hey, let's get it now Ooh I want the time of my life Oh baby ooh

Get off my dick, woah Singing this song yeah Hollywood Cole Ay let me tell you 'bout it My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way

Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star And be as you are Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road Get this laying low off to a flying start Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun Man, I could use a

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw