And it won't say a lonesome word What evil have I done? Beatrice, I love my phonograph She got a phonograph Beatrice, she got a phonograph Beatrice got a phonograph But it won't say a lonesome word What evil has the poor girl heard? But you broke my

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

Say you, say me say it together That's the way it should be Say you, say me it for always Say you, say me say it for always I had a dream I had an awesome dream People in the park playing games in the dark And what they played was a masquerade And from

When was the last time you did something for the first time? Maybe something new is what you're needing Like a real life, let your hair down, feel alive You say you never danced to a dashboard singin' R.E.M. under summer stars Never leaned back on a jet

Don't try to tell me it ain't what it is There's a cold feelin' Runnin' up and down my spine It seems to say we're just wastin' time It's like a bad movie One I wish I'd never seen The plot gets old Do you know what I mean?

She's got whatever it is It blows me away She's everything I wanted to say to a woman But couldn't find the words to say I don't know what to do Because every time I try and tell her how I feel You got whatever it is It comes out "I love you" She's got

Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a position of power You fuck around if you wanna Ha ha ha! I told

This your favorite song When they put it on Girl I know you know it's all about you I ain't saying no names But you know what I'm saying I can tell it by the way that you move I bet you think this song is about you Got a room full of fly girls Got a

I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl) I've got sunshine on a cloudy day Hey hey hey With my girl When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I've got so much honey the bees envy

He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah Sell the kids for food