You better sit back down 'Til you hold your ground You better put that down Behave little boy I am on a binge I'm losing all my friends I'm losing in the end It's your turn to learn to fight

You better run So, you better run Let redemption keep you warm My demons are coming Boy, you better run Go take your freedom, oh no Wade in the water Be gone by morning

She only gets stoned when you ain't home And I know bro code and I ain't breakin' it But bro, you got yourself a situation, bro You better get your girl home, boy You better take yourself home, boy You better tell her you love her, you need her 'Cause if

I miss missing you now and then Baby, you were my picket fence Now and then Chlorine kissed summer skin Sometimes before it gets better The darkness gets bigger The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger Oh, we’re fading fast Don’t

We're better, we're better, we're better, we're better, we're better, You know we're better together Now I understand that we're better together I can't help it, I want you back 'cause I Boy I miss you, said I really do, boy I miss you Boy I miss you,

Treat her better, boy If having her at your side's something you enjoy If having her in your life’s really so important to you now Oh no, you’ve done it again No use when you already know how it ends Hey man, heard you were your brother’s keeper That

If, you don't know, who I be You better ask somebody about me Oh, you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy I, know, you, know I'm, on,

You ain't going nowhere. Where you going, where you tryna go Baby, baby? Boy, you better listen to the words I say Boy, you better act like you got some sense, 'Cause you got a dime, and that's money well spent. Sit yourself down, 'cause you know you're

The weekend sits on my hillbilly world You better be ready when the sun goes down I'm a hayseed And a plow boy I'm a farm kid And a cowboy I'm a roughneck My daddy was a roughneck too I run around with hillbilly girls

Mississippi Queen She taught me everything You know she was a dancer She moved better on wine While the rest of them dudes were gettin' their kicks Boy, I beg your pardon, I was gettin' mine You know what I mean Went down around Vicksburg Around