But that would be too easy, love And I don't want no easy love I could be with someone, making me happy I could put my phone down Just pick up my keys I could let you go and we could let it be I'd have it no other way I could be somewhere, chilling on a

I don't need my drugs, we could be more than just part-time lovers We could be more than just part-time lovers Can you hear me? S.O.S. Help me put my mind to rest I can feel your love pullin' me up from the underground, and I can feel your touch pickin'

Go get 'em, go get 'em, go get 'em They say best go back to black Crack and Moroccan black, go back to that UK rap, we mashing that CAS and Giggs on a track, imagine that Them man's shit was sounding wack So man had to come pick up the slack Attract

Whippin' Excursion I've gotta pick up that person In the trap house, whipping that work and You're not a gangster, you're just an internet version Whippin' that wurzel You know me, I've got the littlest circle Mrs in the crib, you know I'm keeping that

I think it's time to take a heart break I think it's time to take a heart break, out late Solo on a Saturday night Going out without a plus one, I'm done Falling over pickup lines I'm single for the summer, I won't rebound One lover to another, or be

I won't pick up the phone And you can tell me that you're sorry But I don't believe you baby You don't have to call anymore This is the last straw Don't wanna hurt anymore Like I did before You're not sorry, no no All this time I was wasting

I know you got my message, boy call me back Pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone boy Pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone I know you see me on your caller I.D So pick up the P-H-O-N-E Hey now, don't act wrong Where

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed I grew up country, I'm proud of my roots I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak Three cords and some down-home soul Some things never grow old I grew up on

She's out there rolling down some old interstate Probably cranking up some new freedom song Wide open, wide open, won't pick up the phone While I'm dying here tonight Staring goodbye in the face Saying I love you too late Wide open, wide open, couldn't