'Cause this morning I smoked them stems This morning I smoked them stems Yeah, that's the kinda shape I'm in I'm in a bad, bad way again My dealer, he's been out of town And that's really got me down I hope he ain't up in the pen again My baby, she done

I’m super turnt up You know that I Boy your love got me super turnt up I can’t lie, I’m super turnt up Super turnt up, super turnt up So baby come get it, get it I’ll give this love to you That's my baby He be puttin' it down

For all this misery Well I ain't got nothing Sure can tell you I'm gonna throw it down and go Staying out here That's the last thing on my mind I need shackles on my feet I need someone to save my soul's defeat I ain't got nothing

I ain't leavin' without your love Under the downtown neon lights That's when you caught my eye You got me all worked up It's obvious we both know The night ain't long enough This goin' end tomorrow Tonight ain't long enough I'm old enough to know that

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Them that's got shall have Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

(Go ahead baby and) Do it I'm `bout to do it for ya This joint has got me open Show me what you got I got a new one for ya I like the way that sounds I like to break it down Ooh that's my favorite song

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans And them boys from Amarillo stop wearin' those boots and jeans When Memphis ain't got the blues That's when I'll stop lovin' you Baby, I don't mind you askin' If there's gonna come a day