Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome, money is the anthem Red, white, blue's in the skies, summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your National Anthem Tell me I'm your National Anthem (ooh yeah baby bow down, makin' me so wild

Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his children I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow A young nigga

It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this last" We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere And now

Cut the kids in half Morning bell Where'd you park the car? Light another candle You can keep the furniture A bump on the head Coming down the chimney

Somebody, oh, somebody, eh, somebody, oh I want something just like this Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Oh, I want something just like this I've been reading books of old The legends and the myths How much you wanna risk? I'm not looking for somebody

Swallowed by a vicious vengeful sea oh ooh oh-oh Darker days are raining over me oh ooh oh-oh In the deepest depths I lost myself oh ooh oh-oh I need nothing I see myself through someone else Black water To travel the sea But there's something

I need a neon church Full of honky tonk angels With their wings on fire Straight pourin' out that Johnnie Walker healin' I got a feelin' Is a neon church with a jukebox choir I need Jesus or I need whiskey Whatever works best to get me through

Oh hey da da di da, di da da Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the

'Cause you're under the blade, ohh You're under the blade A glint of steel, a flash of light You know you're not going home tonight Be it jack or switch, doctor's or mind You can't escape From the bed you've made When your time has come You'll accept the

Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want