Southern style Southern style, free and easy Southern style, warm and breezy If you met her, man believe me You'd want her to stay a while Only sinners with a savior 'Cause her mom and daddy raised her She says, she don't believe in strangers Sun kissed

Jive talkin' It's just your jive talkin' You're telling me lies, yeah You wear a disguise So misunderstood, yeah Oh, my child Good lovin' Still gets in my eyes Nobody believes what you say

Trust yourself And don't believe in anymore lies Yeah yeah yeah Someday soon When the sun comes up And a broken cup And don't believe in anymore And I don't know when Your little world

Precious little diamond I leave it all to you Let it come to you You're in love with something bigger than love You believe in something stronger than trust And tomorrow you won't care Is it so hard to say the same thing? And you're so weak to say the

Our father, who art in heaven Please watch over me 24/7 Please give me something to believe in I'm either driven or crippled by these demons Sometimes it feels like the power I wield is a blessing and a curse And I wanna shine up on my brothers like the

Some can take it or leave it I'm just a believer that things will get better But I don't wanna let it go (I'm just a believer that things will get better But I don't wanna let it go) And I don't wanna let it go There's no space As life breaks new ground

That the darkest hour never comes in the night You can sleep with a gun When you gonna wake up and fight? I created the sound of madness When you gonna wake up and fight, for yourself? Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe You've been infected by a

Sometimes I can't hold on And no one can help me Now it's got a hold of me I need this to get me through Can't resist and don't want to Believe it I know it's true I can't beat and don't want to try Perfect hell

Caught in the moment, tangled up in your sheets My imagination's too creative Falling, falling, needed something to believe in, oh But it was all in my head It was all in my head (Skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, look at you, boy, I invented you Your Gucci tennis

Sky, so vast is the sky With far away clouds just wandering by Where do they go? Oh I don't know, don't know Wind that speaks to the leaves, telling Stories that no one believes Stories of love belong to you and me Oh Dindi if I only had words I would