All rise for the Honorable Judge Burrell This court is called to order These charges are serious Stand up and face the bench What do you plead, Sir? What do you plead? “Guilty as charged,” the Judge decreed, “stand up and face the bench I have some words

Please don’t let me die in Florida, I don’t care about my name. Throw my bed on to a train. And this is what I know. If you catch me dying in Orlando If you catch me dying in Daytona I was born in Indian summer, In the Southern long ago. Where those

How do you want to be remembered? Being rich? Yeah, yeah, uh Visions of seeing my self as some what different Reality got me feeling indifferent I'm lifting this weight of my shoulders But how older I get I reload the clip and sip on something I feel

Girl can you picture this Picture this, picture this When you look into your future Who's there standing With you when you close your eyes Do you see what I see You and me, it's like a movie scene That's the way you know it should be The two of us

I'm going to get my gun! This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? (Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?) I got something for his ass. (Calm Down) No you Calm Down! (Man, what's you're problem?) Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?

Hell or hallelujah! No matter what you do, I'm running through ya' C'mon c'mon The rest is up to you One chance I'm takin' No lies, no fakin'

Ooh na na, what's my name? Hey boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh na na na na I need a boy, to take it over Looking for a guy, to put in work uh

Do you notice me do you notice me In your hand all day, on the 'Gram all day You been Tweetin', Snapchattin' And I feel like I just got to ask you Do you notice me girl, do you notice me Girl, what's up let me know, 'cause I know you got your phone Do

Crazy bout you baby I'm Crazy bout you baby What can I do? I'm in love with you Everything about you makes my heart go boom Spend all day dreaming how its gonna be When the sun goes down and you're next to me Holding you close feels so right

Step side cover down in peanut dust Friday night spotlight, and that was us On a no cab tractor hauling them bales Backing in boats, fishing limb lines It might not've been you, but I can't judge Just be proud of what makes you country People talkin'