I, I been gone I been gone too long singing my songs on the road. Another town, one more show and I'm coming home. Don't give a damn what these keys I hold I'm gonna knock down that front door, and I'ma find out what that house is made of. Been too many

Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollas You say that you a baller And I see you tryna holla But that ain't how I was brought up Working for my money 'Cause that's what my momma taught me So yo ass betta show me some respect

And I'd be the best friend That you'd fall in love with in the end We'd be laughing Watching the sunset Fade to black Show the names Play the happy song If we were a movie You'd be the right guy

I still go riding around town Got your rays on and my hats back and we're feeling cool as cash You go sliding through the static trying to find that song you love Smoke rolling up and you showing up like a dime piece in the dust Sunset, twilight, Friday

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to

Juicy, said I wanna get to know your juicy booty, tonight We keep it rocking So show me that, so show me that, so show me that So turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around Knows how to party Knows how to party, in the city Whatever

I put a pillow under your hair Gave you tender love and my care Your momma didn't know that I was there When you're left me on the outside And I didn't know you would never show You're so comfortable with white lies Lookin' like a fool What else could I

Pull your head from the clouds, come back down to your feet Show me your dreams, show me your fears, show me your black heart beats Show me some proof that your black heart even beats Show me your black heart beats Will you forgive yourself Will you stop

I'm not letting go See one thing about me I've always been 'bout mine As soon as you doubt me I show you how hard I grind Yeah I hear 'em hatin' me But they do that all the time There's no you without me I know this so I'm not letting go

Talking to the feds that's a no-no I can get bread with my eyes closed Insecure, so she got lipo VVSs on me, that's a light show It can get litty like a light show Nigga I'm litty like a light show If it's 'bout money, I'ma go-go But the-, bro, she a