Mother and father I wanna make you proud Brothers and sisters Let me scream out loud I love you all I love it, yeah Thank you for everything I love it, yeah yeah yeah I've never been religious

And I got no time, no time I just want my money right Mama told me that she's proud of me Told her, "Mummy, you can count on me" Models say they like the style on me I got a lot on my mind (Mind) Fuck with my slime and get slimed (Slimed) Baguettes,

I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks I feel no shame I'm proud of where I came from I was born and raised in the boondocks One thing I know No matter where I go You get a line, I'll get a pole We'll go fishing in the craw fish hole Five-card poker

Oh, all the battles that I've won They don't matter now you're gone Nothing matters now you're gone I'm too proud to call you But I'm still thinking of you Oh, I think I love you (ah) How did we end with broken hearts? So was it really worth it? Was it

I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks I feel no shame I'm proud of where I came from I was born and raised in the boondocks One thing I know No matter where I go You get a line, I'll get a pole We'll go fishing in the craw fish hole Five-card poker

Come talk to me Come on, come talk to me I did not come to steal This all is so unreal Now come on, come talk to me The wretched desert takes its form The jackal proud and tight In search of you I feel my way Through slowest heaving night

Take all of me And help to give me strength to face another day Help me be what I can be I can feel my body breaking Proud enough for you to call me arrogant Greedy enough to be labeled a thief Angry enough for me to go and hurt a man Cruel enough for me

Je reste avec moi-même et j'ai la flemme Who the hell do you think you are? Sortir c'est pour les nuls, t'façon j'ai pas la thune Stayin' in bed instead of going out Stayin' in bed instead of standing proud Paris s'allume, ce qui m'manque c'est Bruxelles

Word for word for word forward They're just fucking words Say have you heard Goodbye Jimmy, farewell youth I must be on my way I have had enough of you I was a young man proud and true Just a simple boy with nothing else to lose Years that I've wasted

Step side cover down in peanut dust Friday night spotlight, and that was us On a no cab tractor hauling them bales Backing in boats, fishing limb lines It might not've been you, but I can't judge Just be proud of what makes you country People talkin'