Hot line I got some conversation I can be your operator Baby you should call me later Because you are so fine I hope that your not playing Cause I'm loving what you're saying Baby don't ya keep me waiting Call me up hot-line

You say I'm crazy 'Cause you don't think I know what you've done But when you call me baby I know I'm not the only one You and me we made a vow For better or for worse I can't believe you let me down But the proof is in the way it hurts For months on end

Anytime she goes away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone I know, I know, I know, I know, I know And this house just ain't no home It's not warm when she's away And she's always gone too long Wonder this time where she's gone Wonder if she's gone to stay

Built my legacy Drivin' Bentleys, not no Lexuses She on ecstasy Fuck her two times then I left the bitch Not with that extra shit I won't text the bitch, just sex the bitch We young and reckless Pull up with TECS and shit, kill pedestrians I'm on Perc

I'm not dealing with that devil anymore Heaven knows you've done your chore You were sent here just to save me I'm not dancing with those demons So, go to sleep, my weary lady Yeah, go to sleep, my weary lady I used to live with the whiskey And the good

Now you only bring me black roses I lay low, lay low, And they crumble in the dust when they're held. I'm not under your spell, And watch the bridges burn. Under your spell. Now you only bring me black roses. And I'm done try'na be the one, I can see

Oh, I hate this feeling You don't feel like home You don’t feel like home It's been a while since we crossed paths I thought i saw you in an hourglass I’m not sure where the time is gone But I know it's been too long We used to say we'd never change Now

'Fore she does And I believe that Jesus is comin' back That OJ did it, Lee Harvey didn't And she's really gone this time Before she does I believe that gas is too damn high Ain't nothin' more American than mama's apple pie I believe in love, I believe in

Oh, you think I'm talking crazy In a different language you might not understand Oh, that's alright That's just the kind of life that made me who I am Just taking my mind on a visit Back in time 'cause I miss it You wouldn't know to love it like I love

Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand Stick by me and I'll be your guiding