And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now

Home alone tonight Girl you ain't gotta, I ain't gotta go Shot, for shot, for shot 'Til we forgot what we came here to forget Ain't a clock, a tick, a tock, that's gonna stop A night we won't regret Flip it around and snap a payback picture (I'll send it

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon Won't you come here and stay with me Why don't you come here and stay with me Oh, you gotta get out and get back to me John, you gotta get out and get back to me I'm getting

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

Wrap myself around you, never let you go I gotta get back now to the ones who love me There's nothin' in the world that feels like Coming home There's a place that I know where they all know me The place that I know where they all know me Coming home,

And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now

Gotta get me some. And it turns out she's got everything I want, but all rolled into one. She smokes a little home grown, drinks a little Cuervo. Still a little down home, there was never a doubt. You know, she's got everything I want, but all rolled

Gotta get to me, gotta get to me You gotta spread your wings and start flying Like a drop of rain, gotta find the way Don't hit the brakes, just come and crash through my horizon Bring back the air, I need to breathe, baby You gotta get to me The night

I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime (Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check

You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money I got a lot of loot, and I ain't lookin' for a lady And you can never pay me, I'm from Uptown, baby I wake up in the mornin', take a piss, and wash my hands Take a knee,