Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

So welcome, to our house Where no one, comes back out You won't find, comfort In here, in here, in here I wanna be the best who ever did it Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't But if it is then God, if you're listenin' Please grant me the

Oh, why don't you listen to your heart Listen to your heart What you're gonna do when it comes for you Listen to my heart Oh, you gotta listen to your heart You gotta listen baby Have no fear

Ooh-ooh, I don't even know you anymore I won't listen, save the bitchin' This feel different, something's missing I don't even know you anymore I don't even know you anymore, ayy Every time you call, I hit ignore ('Nore) (I don't even know you anymore)

You're holding bits of styrofoam With your face painted on to your friends You listen to them whine and moan About everything you can't understand Can I just say I don't feel the light, But darkness descends once more into my life And suddenly we're all

Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I just wish I could have told him in the living years Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come

If you love me, say so, if you love me say so Don't leave me here in the dark when it's hard to see Show me your heart, shed a light on me Are you even listening? Am I talking to myself again? And I know you don't owe me your love And I know that you

I should be loving you Don’t say goodnight We just watched it burn Know we could’ve kept going by I tried to find the truth And I ain’t there with you I never listen, I never listen All the things you said I’ll never hear again

If you don't know, don't know what you're missing now Dixie Highway to Detroit city Take off a Friday and do your hair up pretty Hard hillbilly, mow town row Song so good you drive just to listen Yeah, you don't know, hah! Car's made of soul and