Through the sunshine and the rain Through the good times and the pain And havin' the courage to change For never stayin' the same Thank you, thank you For lettin' me speak my mind And puttin' it all on the line North Carolina

But you don't know how Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone No no no no But you'll come out alright (Yeah) I know it seems there's no end in sight (Yeah) But it doesn't mean you can't put up a fight Sometimes I feel like a motherless child It's that

It ain't my fault (No, no, no, no, no, no, no) So if I put your hands where my eyes can't see Then you're the one who's got a hold on me No I-I-I-I, can't be responsible, responsible It ain't my fault It ain't my fault (No, no, no, no) Oh my, oh my, oh

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

Don't it mean I love you Then she said Te amo, then she put her hand around my waist I told her no, she cried Te amo I told her I'm not gonna run away, but let me go My soul is awry and without asking why I said Te amo, wish somebody would tell me what

It's amazing the amount of rejection that I see I'm lookin' forward to the girl I wanna be So I try not to waste too much time at the bathroom sink Puttin' on my makeup Puttin' off the hard stuff Hoping that it passes Fake smile and eyelashes And try not

A little buckshot dot on a map it might be Who'd wanna live in this place Who'd wanna suffer the fate Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit We do, and a few of us know what it's worth But it's

'Cause my heart said a long time ago, Buddy tuck your tail and run. 'Cause it ain't love And your stuck on the wrong end of the gun Well you put your finger on that trigger and you shot me where I stood. I found out the hard way I loved you more than I

Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone. Let's pretend that we're together, all alone. I'll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low, And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go. Whisper to me, tell me do you love me true,

Whatever you with, we with it (whatever) Which one of my cars should I drive today? I don't know (they all foreign) Which one of my hoes should I fuck today? I don't know (they all bad) Which one of my chains should I put on? Put em all on You niggas you