Yeah the song comes on and I sing out loud And there ain't no road that I can't go down And I don't think twice when I pass your house all the time Yeah the rain just rolls right off my back And I don't get caught in the same old traps I can hear your

When you play a country song backwards It sounds a little crazy A little scattered and absurd But that's what you get You get your house back You get your dog back You get your best friend Jack back You get your truck back You get your hair back

Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce When that shit goes down, the block get loud In your backyard bumpin' while we blazin' out Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce Bounce in the

If your man get personal, want to have your fun I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side Best come on back to Friar's Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long But my Friar's Point

Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce When that shit goes down, the block get loud In your backyard bumpin' while we blazin' out Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce Bounce in the

I guess I'll never learn Cause I stay another hour or two You know I can't be found with you We get back to my house Your arms, my mouth Now I just stop myself around you A soft sound To the way she wears her hair down Covering up her face

I guess I'll never learn Cause I stay another hour or two You know I can't be found with you We get back to my house Your arms, my mouth Now I just stop myself around you A soft sound To the way she wears her hair down Covering up her face