Going back to (find myself) (Find myself) Going back to, going back Zippin' up my boots Goin' back to my roots To the place of my birth Back down to earth Not talkin' about the roots in land I'm talking 'bout the roots in men

Talking about hard drugs Dem still want more It's gonna let a lot of dem search the floor De more dem get it More and more De more dem get it Ah de more dem want it Some will even try to take his fathers life yes

You know that bitch baby He's talking shit about our clique But he don't crazy You see the writing on my dick You know that trick, Tracy Yeah, she's making me sick Living that life We used to do the same shit Shit gets drastic

That's my prerogative Everybody's talking all this stuff about me Why don't they just let me live? (Tell me why) I don't need permission, make my own decisions (That's my prerogative) It's the way that I wanna live (It's my prerogative)

Let's embrace the point of no return Smoke and sunset, off Mulholland He was talking, I was wondering 'bout You and that girl, she your girlfriend? Face from heaven, bet the world she don't know Pretty girls don't know the things that I know Walk my way,

Murder, murder I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud, roll them windows down Gonna give them that sound, everybody's talking about We still the same old, same old southern boys Still got that same old, same old southern voice We're singing

She knows the high stakes Room to make her big mistakes She needs new faces She knows the highest stakes She needs wide open spaces Who doesn't know what I'm talking about Who's never left home, who's never struck out To find a dream and a life of their

You've talking about your woman, I wish to God, man, that you could see You're talking about your woman, I wish to God that you could see mine Every time the little girl start to loving, she bring eyesight to the blind Lord, her daddy must been a

I'm a W.O.M.A.N. Oh, oh, oh yeah, oh Talking about you, a man Always ready to go When it come to movin' daddy Baby, you're almost gold You ain't got nothin' in your pocket