They were crying when their sons left Maybe you deserve to die God is wearing black He's gone so far to find no hope he's never coming back All young men must go He's come so far to find the truth he's never going home Welcome to the soldier side Where

I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go. I'm gonna leave here running; Walking is most too slow. I'm going back to the border Woman, where I'm better known. You know you haven't done nothing, Drove a good man away from home. Oh give me

People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather suits my clothes Backing off the north east wind Sailing on a summer breeze And

Don't look around 'Cause I'm never coming back It's high time You saw the last of me Had to change my mind You're going to change my mind You thought I was a whiner I'd forgotten where to go

This time it's goodbye trouble I feel the light at the end of this tunnel I get stronger with every step Come Hell, come high water You push on me I'm going to push back harder I got a whole lot more than a little bit left Oh, don't put dirt on my grave

Fully, completely Bring me back in shackles Exonerate me Hang me long out in the sun Forget about me I recommend measures for ending it Lover, she simply slammed the door She said, "You're going to miss me Wait and you'll see"

I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go. Walking is most too slow. I'm going back to the border Woman, where I'm better known. You know you haven't done nothing, I'm gonna leave here running Drove a good man away from home. When the moon

I hope that I can turn back the time To make it all alright, all alright for us I'll promise to build a new world for us two With you in the middle Staring at two different views on your window ledge Coffee is going cold, it's like time froze There you

Name another nigga hot I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I’m just honest A hundred thousand on watches I’m just honest Coupes all on coupes, I’m just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain’t never going back to what we used to

I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game