Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love With Waylon and Willie and the boys Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newberry's train songs and Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody

They're the children on parade And nobody knows All the girls and boys have gone away They never really had much to say They took off all their clothes and their shoes Politely asked to be excused They have a secret they can share All the broken toys lie

*Nas talking* "The light is there." See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man

When I party, I party hearty Fun is on my mind Put a smile on your face Leave that bummer behind There's a sister and there's a brother Havin' fun with each other Daddy always hangs up the boys He just wants to party with mother

We'll run riot All the boys, all the girls Stole a key Took a car downtown where the lost boys meet Took a car downtown and took what they offered me To set me free I saw the lights go down at the end of the scene I saw the lights go down and standing in

Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-see-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street

If you know this how you living, put your hands up! Where they at? If you from the streets like me, put your hands up! D Boys on my tease, put your hands up! Independent bad bitches, put your hands up! If you rep your city like me, put your hands up!

A flood (Quelea, quelea) of blood to the heart (Quelea, quelea) A flood of blood to the heart Heat shimmer Open smother Ooh, dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys Soon become Mandela Men Hips quiver

Na, na, na, na, na, na, Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Oh where did the party go? We were ending it on the phone I'm not gonna go home alone Where, where did the party go? And all the boys are smoking Menthol's,

Someone still loves you At the overpass, at the overpass Sketchy girls and lipstick boys Troubled love and high speed noise Let me hear you say somethin' (That perfume lingers in your hair) (You need me don't you?) Meet me, meet me I know you wanna meet