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

But I need you Far more than I ever want you It's such an unnatural thing we do When falling in love's just so hard to do Oh, I've been thinking that I don't wanna leave That this house isn't home to me I'm tired of losing everyone I see Now that you're

What's the name of the game? Does it mean anything to you? I was an impossible case But I think I can see in your face Can you feel it the way I do? Your smile and the sound of your voice So I wanna know I'm a bashful child willing to grow And you make

I'm a good pretender Won't you come see my show? Oh, I'm insecure, I'm insecure I think I like what I'm supposed to Like what I'm supposed to I don't even mess with drugs I do that 'cause you say it's dope to You say it is dope to 'Cause I'm just like you

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ah ah ah ah To walk around my head all night You got me tangled like a braid, tied-twisted I don't think it's fair I don't think it's very nice I don't know why I got these feelings, yeah, I just can't seem to get away from

Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages Can you tell that it's me, or is my picture on torn out pages? And you think it's real, but it's just another future deal And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night Then

The last time I freaked out I just kept looking down I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about Felt like I couldn't breathe You asked what's wrong with me My best friend Lesley said, "Oh, she's just being Miley." The next time we hang

I can't take it man. Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee? Mmmhmm. Damn man. Sho' can't. You think this is gonna eva' change? Man damn this place man! Damn these chains! These damn Chitlins every damn night. This cotton.

You niggas bogus, I see the imposers Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it,

You got your friends just like I got mine We might think a little differently But we got a lot in common you will see We're just like you, only prettier So lets shake hands and reach across those party lines Well I've been saved by the grace of southern