The one I give my life to That loves as deep as I do The one for whom I’d really gladly suffer The one I’ll always love above another You’re my world, you’re my hope You’re all my dreams and all my heart Who takes me through the flood and through the fire

Backsliding Backsliding, I'm backsliding Wearin' your old t-shirt in the mornin', it feels so right Say it's gonna be the last time We say we won't, but then we do the same old thing fallin' right back in Why do we keep backsliding? I'm not suppose to be

He likes his coffee black like his soul He drinks it scorching hot like a fucking psycho He like coffee a lot And he like his coffee now Fifty cups of coffee and you know it’s on Come to the dark side, we have candy Yes but do you have coffee?

We never learn do we So I want to live in a wooden house I want to live life And live my life And have friends around We never change do we Where making more friends would be easy Never be cruel Be good to you

All I see is green lights (woo!) My name buzzin', ain't no way you could ignore it I did not come this far so they could ignore me I am not the one to say, "I'll do it in the mornin'" I'd rather get it done, don't focus on what's not important They try

It's just what we do Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight, hey baby that's alright It's our backwoods, boondocks roots, it's just what we do Hey, ain't no way to make this up, when it's runnin' through your blood There ain't no hidin' the truth, its

Forever changed, Nothing ever stays the same Forever named, Forever changed She remembers the nights he’d come calling His yellow silk tie In love she saw him falling for her in the fire of July Then one day as the nights grew longer Blackberry winter in

I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let

Four on the floor Feel the beat in your soul Moving to the rhythm Pumping til ya cant take no more We got the horses moving We got the woofers grooving We got the Waylon wailing Everybody's head is bobbin I got the muffler flowing

Got my diamond earrings And I'm packin' heat so don't disrespect me I'm just so damn flossy And I know what you like There ain't no gangsta like me Imma give it to ya every time Gotta turn you on