Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

On the day we fell in love Dancing on the hood in the middle of the woods Of an old Mustang, where we sang Songs with all our childhood friends Oops I got ninety-nine problems singing bye, bye, bye Hold up, if you wanna go and take a ride with me Better

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Get to point blank range and fire I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich Motherfucker get in the way of my bread Then I'm goin'

Love, love, love Haven't seen you in quite a while I was down the hold just passing time Last time we met was a low-lit room We were as close together as a bride and groom We ate the food, we drank the wine Everybody having a good time

Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie Ride wit me Come ride wit Trice, man I brought my man wit me Curtis Interscope Jack (ha ha) Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif' yeah Holla at 'em

I'm the one that won't know how it feels But I think we both know how it feels And took a ride 'cause I spent cash on them wheels Go get your bag, girl, I'm not the third wheel How it feels Gotta make it so hot like fire drills (ayy) You're still a bad

Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight We don't need no baseball bats We don't need no silver ghats But we're gonna fight tonight Put up your dukes and fight Big brother's just standing on the side Watching you flex your pride But you know if they

There you go again train travelin' I hear you train, are you travelin' my way Won't you let me ride your rails right back to yesterday Who knows what I could see from that old time machine But there you go again train travelin' Everytime I hear that

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A