I'm a busy man There's a little boy out in the driveway His basketball in hand Saying Daddy could we play a little one on one You pat him on the back and say not now son His sister's out on the sidewalk Setting up a lemonade stand Hey Daddy don't you

I just need my girl I need my girl, I need my baby I need you, ninety miles an hour down the interstate Headlights shining in the driveway In my arms, and I need you right now I don't need nothing else, baby, in this world I don't need another drink of

In my daddy's El Camino, In her driveway in the rain, Starrin' through that windshield I could see my future change, And my heart hit like a hammer, And my thoughts were runnin' wild, Any fool can make a baby, but it takes a man, to raise a child. She

Where's my mind Maybe it's in the gutter where I left my lover What an expensive fate My V is for Vendetta Thought that I'd feel better But now I got a bellyache Sittin' all alone Mouth full of gum In the driveway

La-a-a-a-a-di-da Benz in the driveway, yacht in the water Vegas at the Mandarin, high roller gambling Me and Diddy drippin' diamonds like Marilyn No, I wouldn't be drowning in all your IOU's Every promise you made me would have some real value 'Cause all

So long, I hate to see you go So I save my tears for later on down the road How come I keep I holding on Knowing you won’t be coming home As her car pulls out the driveway And she don’t wave goodbye Her last words echo in my mind Listen honey, I gotta

Mmm mmm mmm I like the sound, I like the sound of that I like the sound of that It's a little too loud on the highway I wanna pull back in your driveway It's way too quiet at my place Wanna come on over, come on over I just wanna hear that ringtone I

Will be the end of the road So I guess the driveway Let the credits start to roll I tried it your way But I got nothing to show And the story's getting old For us it's too late Nothing hurts like losing

Talk to me nicely, oww 'Cause you control my vices I just wanna fuck you on your night shift Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grindin' on the night shift All day, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I just want to

Where's my mind Maybe it's in the gutter where I left my lover What an expensive fate My V is for Vendetta Thought that I'd feel better But now I got a bellyache Sittin' all alone Mouth full of gum In the driveway