Me and my team gotta intervene What's the point of livin' if you ain't livin' a dream? We live in a era where everybody want everything Everybody want a better thing Tryna feel ya like it's picture perfect but it's just the editing Man, the game been

Like me and my down home boys Down here we keep the good times flowing, Red dirt flying, and the radio going We got each other's back and everybody knows it, Yeah me and my down home boys Know how to show a town what's up We pass it around then fill it

You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh? I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy, but I'm iced up Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don't like you Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago Everybody love me, when they see me

Of both worlds, You get the best Chill it out, Take it slow, Then you rock out the show! (Yeah!) Here we go everybody! You get the limo out front,

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

Damn, here we go again Everything I'm not, made me everything I am People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everybody sayin' what's not for him Common passed on this beat I made it to a jam Now everything I'm not, made me everything I am I'll

Things are looking bad Everybody in the world in the world's looking so sad Everybody's thinking about the rain Wonder if the sun is gonna come again Everybody's thinking about the storm Wonder where all the good weather's gone Tell me if i got to

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

And I don't go giving up There's a little devil in us all Swear everybody in this town just wants to see you fall Baby, it's no fun, so know it's just a game, yeah Oh, keep running outta love When I'm running outta love, love No, let's say I've had

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's