What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? What was your name, little girl? Well, its eight o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some

'Cause I'm gon' get you good, there ain't nothin' wrong with a little play Since I'm always here, I'm only gone for a minute, gone for a minute Whenever I push to start you, I don't want you to finish, just keep ridin' 'Cause I'm gon' get you good, get

Crack rock crack rock Hittin' stones in glass homes You're smokin' stones in abandoned homes Crooked cop dead cop You don't know how little you matter Until you're all alone In the middle of Arkansas With a little rock left in that glass dick

Rock my world little country girl Drag me out on the floor Dance with me 'till I can't dance anymore One-step, two-step, get in a line I gotta find a way to make you mine She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood And two big speakers blasting

Yeah bring me champagne when I'm thirsty. Bring me reefer when I want to get high. Well you know there should be no law on people that want to smoke a little dope. Well you know when I'm lonely Bring my woman set her right down here by my side. Well you

I wanna get high, I wanna get low Come on, I wanna smoke a little spliff with you Smokin', smokin' love I wanna get high, baby let's go Smokin, smokin' love Small world we're livin' in, rock set in stone One life I've been livin' in, come on let's go

I'm just playing, but I'm saying Dreams of fucking one of these little rappers Barbie dreams R.I.P. to B.I.G Classic shit I'm looking for a nigga to give some babies A hand full of Weezy’s, a sprinkle of Dave East Man, I ain't got no type, like Jxmmi and

More than you'll ever know Is that any way for a man to carry on You think he wants His little loved one gone I love you baby If I ever leave you You can say I told you so If I ever hurt you baby You know I hurt myself as well

We don't even need to talk about it I like it when we talk But I love it when we touch I love it when we touch A little bit too much I love it when we, when we, when we I love it when we More love, less talk, more love I feel you in my bones

You don't have to be old to be wise I grow sick and tired of the same old lies Might look a little young So what's wrong I've had enough of being programmed And told what I ought to do Let's get one thing straight I'll choose my fate And it's got nothing