And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

Into our life again Turn your lights down low And I want you to know right now And pull your window curtains Oh, let Jah moon come shining in Sayin' ooh, it's been a long, long (long, long, long, long) time I kept this message for you, girl But it seems

And I would turn on the TV But it's so embarrassing To see all the other people I don't know what they mean And it was magic at first But now this world is gonna hurt Turn it around When they spoke without sound You better turn that thing down

This pain is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating Anticipating all the fucked up feelings again This shit's gone way too far All this time I've been waiting For what's inside awaking I'm not, I'm not a whore You've taken everything and Oh I cannot

I want you all to myself Your body is turning me reckless Ooh baby, you're making me selfish You make me, you make me It's just I like it more when the party ends You make me selfish I don't mind you hanging with your friends So we can turn the lights

I'm livin' my best life You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Turned all my L's into lessons It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (ayy) I made a couple M's with my best friends

Supplie ie ies I'll be the wood when you need heat I'll be the generator, turn me on when you need electricity Some shit's 'bout to go down I'll be the one with the level head The world can end now Baby, we'll be livin' in The Walkin' Dead 'Cause I got

It's so right I wanna see the way you move for me baby Little black dress It's so right you know I wanna see the way you move for me It's too late It's not right Just walked into the room Makin' heads turn

I'm on my own planet I'll do my own thing Then turn around and pat myself on the back (for doing good) I don't need nobody else I'm gon' do it by myself Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good) Right of the rip, nobody could fuck

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see