(you're beautiful) (for all your big mistakes) When do you come out to play? 'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me, He'd better start looking today. I don't know. I think they come from the cold (you stayed the same) To the city that don't snow.

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

Ashes blowin' in the air I was on fire but we don't care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never looking back, and we're never getting old 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart's made of gold Fuck doing what you're told We're going nowhere fast

I always got it on me Just in case you want me So, if you’re looking for my love Then light it up I get so neurotic about it baby ‘Cause I know you’re reading your phone I can’t help from going crazy Thinking you might not be all alone I wake up, I check

Baby don't worry about it I'mma beeee right here, waitin on you I'mma be right here, waitin on you I'll be waiting on you (I'll) Can't wait 'til we make real love Because these conjugal visits just ain't enough I'm really looking forward to a future for

Alone again Spend some time away Getting ready for the day you're born again Spend some time alone Understand that soon you'll run with better men No use looking out It's within that brings that lonely feeling Understand that when you leave here

No one will remember 'Cause nothing lasts forever No one cares about the waves At the bottom of the ocean And at the bottom of the ocean It's always blue And everybody's looking For somebody to use And it's always blue

You want more (why?) A little party never hurt no one You're so Art Deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure Baby, you're so ghetto You're looking to score When they all say hello You try to ignore them 'Cause you want more

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a