It's all in you But we can't judge and play the game No way open up your eyes All is to be me Got to run the day And see that all is to be me Stop looking away And see that all is new to me

I got a woman, stay drunk all the time I got a woman, want to ball all day I said I got a little woman and she won't be true I got a woman, she won't be true, no no Want to tell you about the girl I love My she looks so fine She's the only one that I

Lie me beside you every night And dread the day you might be gone She said "In case you hadn't noticed that Played second fiddle to the bottle for a little too long (no) And I ain't about to anymore" For I know not just what I've done Lying face down in

Gravity don't mean too much to me Run away like it was yesterday I'm who I've got to be These pigs are after me, after you Run away from here You're gonna be the one left standing And we could run away If we could run away, I gotta bulletproof heart

I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I think we've got a bleeder right now Maybe you're the runner-up But the first one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades Demolition,

If you wonder why (why I live my life) The way that I do ('cause I got to get this money) So don't worry about me (don't worry, don't worry worry) I'm just hustlin' everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P A

Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, (love gun) No place for hidin' baby, no place to run You pull the trigger of my I really love you baby, I love what you've got Let's get together, we can get hot No more tomorrow, baby time is today Girl, I can

I just got paid today I got me a pocket full of change I said, I just got paid today If you believe like workin' hard all day Just step in my shoes and take my pay I was born my papa's son When I hit the ground I was on the run I had one glad hand and

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

I was sittin' at home watchin TV all alone I'm so tired of reruns, the day goes on and on So I pick up the phone, call everyone I know Said there's gonna be a party, hit the music here we go You gotta live to party, bust your move Everybody's in the