Way too long Dead and gone Looking out my window Wonder how it came to be Feels just like a tempo Lifted by a gentle breeze Ugly as a suitcase

Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away And I found peace, and I found peace Grab my window, shed my shadow, excavate my pain Hold me up into the light and study every part of me I'm an open book, no, I don't mind, but sometimes I'm hard

Until it disappeared And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust I held on as tightly as you held onto me There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills

And when I got home, before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again Our song is a slamming screen door Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window When we're on the phone, and you talk real slow 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know Our song

Where was I before you came around I was drifting, no place to call home Without you lovin' me You give me someone to believe in Staring out the window Watching the night turn into day It's 4 in the morning I've got so many things to say I've been out

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

I bust the windows out your car I must admit it helped a little bit I didn't know that I had that much strength But I'm glad you see what happens when You see you can't just play with peoples feelings And it didn't mend my broken heart I'll probably

And what do we want from each other? Tell me your dreams What do they mean? Where do we go? Nobody knows And I try and I try And it tears me all up inside The birds outside my window Want to drive this stupid song into my head

Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly I gotta let you know the move (South Side) Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird Oh my God, I just can feel the love Drop top with the windows up Ya' know? (South Side) I'm gonna take you on a

I got that Trunk Muzik To the DJ's Out cruisin' Everybody hop in the Cadillac And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's With the bottom won't you roll the window down If ya cruisin' Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the eight O eight come and