Andante, Andante (I am your music and I am your song) Make me sing, make me sound (You make me sing and you make me) Tread lightly on my ground Oh please don't let me down I'm your music I'm your song Play me time and time again and make me strong

When you're gone, gone Other boys come and other boys go I'm looking for a lost boy caught up in the haze Searching night and day for you Can't you see I'm slipping too? I can't, I can't hold on I remember how it feels Lying in your tattooed arms

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life You niggas don't know me You can't slow me down, you can't hold me So I'mma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong They say why you so

Careful what you say and who you say and who you say it to Careful what you say and who you say you it to Baby you talked too much and you were asking for it, asking for it, asking When all is said and done, you need to tie your tongue 'Cause when you

And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives To the trucks that drove us home, secrets we never told Here's to the nights we don't remember and the friends we won't forget Well I remember Friday nights, We were full of bull and

M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss (Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss) Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what? Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet Oh, damn (oh, damn) That flavor, flavor so good

I believe they can take anything from me But they can't succeed in taking my inner peace They can say all they want to say about me But I'm gonna carry on Oh, yeah, oh huh I woke up this morning with a smile on my face Nobody's gonna bring me down today

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Shout out, but I

The troops are on fire! Ah, oh come on! I'm trading just a little more Step on it, electronic I'm much deeper, a sleeper Messiah for the animals And watch out! Ah!