I'll make you run faster, faster, faster, flashlight Flashlight, get outta my way, get outta my way 'cause I can't lose Flashlight, get outta my way, get outta my way I'm coming through I'll make you run oh, I'll make you run, oh And you think I'm still

You're coming back! You've been gone much longer than you Ever said you had the plan to I'm just gonna wait 'till you come home Though I count the days, they're grey without you The weather's much better when I think about you I'm just gonna wait till

I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart I couldn't

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm coming home again I'm coming home again Maybe we can start again Maybe you, do you remember when? Fireworks at Lake Michigan Oh, now I'm coming home again I met this girl when I was 3 years old And what I

If you don't look into your mind and find out what you're running from tomorrow might just be another day to run If you just sit and waste your time you'll be going where you're coming from (think about that) tomorrow might be just another day to run

This is what, this what they want huh This is what it's all about Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, you kna'mean Niggas coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man Niggas don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate,

I'm already ready to go I'm already thinking 'bout leavin' Gotta get you back in my shirt Get you out that dress Everybody at the party is checking your body I don't even mind it 'cause you're coming with me, girl And I know it's only seven thirty-two

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing