My love (so don't give away) Ain't another woman that could take your spot Because, I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach our toes in the sand I can see us on the country side Sitting in the grass laying side by side You can be my baby Let me

Slang with me, I don't wanna get my hands dirty Slang with me, I just wanna get soakin' wet All I ever wanna get is slang I'll rap 'n' ruck 'n' jam it up but count me out 'Cause all I ever wanna get is slang Sittin' dark getting taken 'cause I said

Cross the country, cross the country You may never been there, catch me cross the country Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country She don't understand English but she want me I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country It's been a long

Hey don't wait for me there Just find your own way 'Cause I'll be there soon enough All perched alone he sits there broken An eldered man with storm clouds setting in his eyes He counts the sands of time remembering day's gone by It seemed like yesterday

The male Maleficent You don't know who you're messing with I ran for president 'Cause our country's in a deficit My only testament is that we keep it so surreal I'd kill myself to resurrect Kill myself to resurrect 'ey (And in the end, this may be the

Let the ocean take me Just hold me in your heart I really need you here Yeah I need you so don't leave Please don't drown with me Well don't lean on me 'cause I am falling, please don't fall with me And don't count on me 'cause You've gotta know kid that

Don't leave me out the chain And the devil's forever in my veins Count me, count me, call my name Crimson tears falling and my shirt is blood-stained 'Cause the devil's forever in my veins The devil's forever in my veins Lately I've been afraid of myself

I know a cabin down there in Tennessee Where you can't find the forest on account of the trees And Old Perry Foster he got something to say And you can smell the pigs 'cause' they been cookin' all day I don't need no critics I don't need no suits I just

Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up Soon he will open the door Don't think because there's a ring on your finger You needn't try any more For wives should always be lovers too I'm warning you

'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singing pretty songs We country boys, doing country outlaw We need another Haggard, or Johnny Cash Somebody chewing tobacco, and whipping ass I need a preacher, I need a savior How about y'all? Can I get an