Talk to me, talk to me We ain't keeping no secrets Come get a little closer I wanna get to know ya Start with our sheets between us tonight Talk to me let's go deeper You already know I need ya I wanna see you leave on the lights I know I seen your face

In my Chevrolet My box Chevrolet Got that Glock laid in my lap In case you want to play Let's go get you all cleaned up And ride around all day I'm out the gate like a race horse, made in the A of course That's A for Alabama, I'll be damned if I say

Can we go back to the old us? You act like I never knew you We need to stop the games right now Let's stop the games, baby I need you to ease the pain right now I need you to keep it real with me, my love 'Cause I just don't fuck with this new you Lately

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

And I think I'll blow my brains Think happy thoughts Well let's go back to The middle of the day That starts it all. I can't begin to let You know just what I'm feeling. And now these red ones make me fly And the blue ones help me fall

So if you want to be my no. 1, if you want to be my no. 1 Let me know your future plans I heard you say to me you want to be my no. 1 So let's talk about it, sister, now the game has just begun I heard you telling friends that you are my no. 1 But not

Let me bleed, let me bleed So let's go back to our cocoon On the blackened afternoon I see your heart is bleeding, too Let me bleed instead of you Instead of you I know that you must feel like facing With ruin, facing with ruin I messed it up as always,

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothing to a G My ambitions as a ridah To my ambitions as a ridah Let's get ready to rumble Now you know how we do it like a G What really

I see you with it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's get it This bankroll got hundreds and fifties All too familiar, admit it, I'm truly committed My palms consistently itching Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasing these Benjis Back to back Maybachs

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to