(Hey, hey) don't give a damn what people say (Hey, hey) save it for another day (Hey, hey) you gonna talk the talk then walk this way (Hey, hey) or save it for another day Check, check mic check one, two It's about that time This the year we take shit

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

You're my soul and my heart's inspiration You're all I've got to get me by Baby, you're my soul and my heart's inspiration Girl, I can't let you do this Let you walk away Girl, how can I live through this When you're all I wake up for each day? Without

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

This time will be the last time This time if you want me to come back, it's up to you But remember I won't allow the things you used to do You're gonna have to toe the mark and walk the line This time if I should feel unwanted, I won't stay Each tomorrow

When you knocked upon my door Down by the highway side Early this morning Early this morning, ooh And I said "hello Satan I believe it's time to go" Me and the Devil Was walkin' side-by-side Me and the Devil, ooh

May have lost this battle, live to fight another day As she's walking away You might fall down on your face Roll the dice and have some faith And don't be falling in love as she's walking away When your heart won't tell your mind to tell your mouth what

It's a sweet world It's so easy Grounds to an old war This is how I wanna feel And I'm not afraid And I have no hurt She just walks the land

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

Shout out to my niggas on the wing though My niggas walk in with it like it's legal They don't even understand my lingo Brr brr, that's the money ringtone I love my money pink and all in singles Baby, bring that pussy this way But don't worry 'bout a