The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright Where I grew up, we rode in trucks Ridin' down Buck Island Road Down where I was born was heaven on earth We raised cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids You either

I wanna be, where you are Shit's 'bout to get real freaky I can feel it Na, na, na, na Shit's 'bout to get real Freaky I can feel it In your bed, or in your car On the earth, or up in the stars Even if that means, going too far At your place, or up in