Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that) You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that) You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme) I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,

Rockabye baby I'm gonna rock you Rockabye baby, don't you cry I'm gonna give you all of my love Nobody matters like you" So, Rockabye baby, Rockabye Somebody's got you Rockabye baby, Rockabye

They're gonna clean up your looks With all the lies in the books To make a citizen out of you Because they sleep with a gun And keep an eye on you, son So they can watch all the things you do Because the drugs never work They're gonna give you a smirk

Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is somebody to lean on We need someone to lean on All around the wind blows We would only hold on to let go Do you recall, not long ago We would walk on the sidewalk Innocent, remember? All we did was care for each

Talk about, judgement Speakin' to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway But you got it all wrong Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed In the wicked ways of the world God gives the remission

Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain Moonlight makes me dizzy Sunlight makes me clean Your light is the sweetest thing That this boy has ever seen I got a friend in Fremont He sells used cars, ya know Well, he calls me up twice a year Just ask me how'd

Oh, oh, oh, oh When you say it like that Break my bed, to make me wanna stay Mmm, mmm-mmm mmm Don't doubt me babe You make me wanna change Bite me babe You make me love the pain

If your man get personal, want to have your fun I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side Best come on back to Friar's Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long But my Friar's Point

Entertain my faith Ah ah ah (and I'll be holding on to you) You are surrounding all my surroundings Lean with it, rock with it When we gonna stop with it? Lyrics that mean nothing We were gifted with thought Is it time to move our feet

Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of