To the B, to the G To the B, to the G, here we go If you wanna go gaga Yeah, from Chi-town to France Yeah, we gonna do it, uh, Rhymefest and Air How you feel there? Rhymefest breathe this to 'em like fresh air On my Vespa looking like a real playa

Oh, my beautiful summer How the winter makes me wonder Where you've gone And I'm left in this lonely town I hear you calling me, hear you calling me, yeah Everytime that I say goodbye Every night when I close my eyes I hear you calling me, hear you

Smoke it out Don't let em get me Here we go! Pack your bags we gotta leave this town for good Don't complain, I've never done these things before Flashing lights in the rearview, hit the gas If one things for sure- I will be going fast! Step on the gas

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

In this nothing town It might look a little laid back to ya But it ain't all just porches and plows But don't let that one red light fool ya There's always something going down Sometimes we gotta make it up as we go Got us a sunset sinking into a friday

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

You've been through what I've been through man Old boots, new dirt, no reminders I've got a feeling this town will get me over her Nothing feels better than old boots, new dirt A cup of coffee from a waitress I ain't ever met She asked, "Are you just

This is your hometown My hometown Your hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair

Watch me, do this Watch me, watch me (Yeah!) That's what they yell when we come around (Yeah!) This is your town? Well we run it now (Yeah!) How big is your army, a hunnit thou? (Yeah!) If you want the rain then we comin' down Look, watch me, watch me

Now, make your getaway Mine is mine and yours won’t take its place Everyone’s a critic looking back up the river Every boat is leaking in this town Everybody is thinking they can all be delivered sitting in a box like lost and found But I found my place