He's Misstra know-it-all Give a hand to the man With a plan Got a counterfeit dollar in his hand You know damn well he's got the super plan Playin' hard Talkin' fast

We will, we will rock you Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kicking your can all over the place, singin' Buddy, you're a young man, hard man Shouting in the

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

In the trap like a caveman (Trap) I'm playin' with the M's I don't play with bands (M&M) Virgil with the Louis and it's out of France (Virgil) Richard Mille bitin' and it like to dance (Bite) Lamaborgini truck in the good stance (Skrrt) Oh, we got smoke?

Holdin' on you so you run again Every time, you shy away Tied to your fears and you hide away Dreams are hard to follow when you're dreaming behind a window Holdin' it back, playin' it safe Wondering "did I do this right?", and saving it for tomorrow

I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine I'm checkin' trouble sugar, movin' down the line I come up hard baby, but that's okay 'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way I come

Well, damn these dreams The first time it felt like fallin' in love Playin' my heart just like a guitar string Chasin' that same old whiskey melody It's hard to look true love in the eye and leave I remember hearin' Hank on the radio I bought a cassette,

She knows her roots and works hard for her money Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death Just actin' and sittin' playin' hard to get With the girls tonight man they're out on the town Grits

Playing the role of mom and dad Working so hard just to get paid As a single parent life ain't easy Consider, how she make it to the end of the day I wonder, how she make it to the end of the day I never know no father yet you provide my dinner And I

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls