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

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

Maybe you need me And I'm startin' to think that maybe you need me Oh, what I wouldn't do for you! You're drunk, the carpet is burned I hate to find you like this I always find you like this I come home and clean up your mess What would you do without

It works for me, it works for me, no And go Gina, and go Gina, aye And go Gina, go Gina I belong to nobody I loves you, bae Picking up a penny with a press on is Easier than holding you down Can't be any harder than holding you up now To come clean I said

Peaches living in niches Digging the scene like beautiful cliches I wanna be clean but I gotta get high It's good to be here, so hard to come by You bring pain cause you got game And needles and pins a man can't take Throwing shapes in a gangster lean

Take me to your river I wanna know Oh, I wanna come near and give ya Every part of me But there's blood on my hands And my lips aren’t clean Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Say what he means Communication Think what he say Maybe on Monday he got something to say They want to get a statement for jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to

And I'd like to thank you for the human I've become I'm sorry if I've let you down I'm trying, I'm learning as I stumble along To see this new world without your eyes In the quiet of my room I gather up my thoughts and questions Could I ever be like you?

You bring me sun, sun, sun, sunshine Come over, come over Come over, c-come over Sun, sun, sun, sunshine Girl come over Me want you closer I'm tired of the rainy days So before the night's over I want you to know that

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,