(Momma can you carry me?) To the early morning I wanna make it right My faith is buried somewhere underneath the town (Until it’s paid for) Strawberry season, my sweetheart is coming ‘round (After it rains and pour) How did you find me here? It must be

Feels like an empty space You don't enjoy the taste I just need a place to hide Somewhere to make you right If this isn't what you want Head back to your own haunt Maybe you lost control