Stand there and look into my eyes And tell me that all we had were lies Show me that to you it don't count And I'll stand here if you prefer Yes I'll leave you without a word Hey you can tell the world That you're leaving And you can pack your bags And

In case you didn't know That I could live this life without you Even though I don't tell you all the time You had my heart a long, long time ago I can't count the times I almost said what's on my mind Just the other day I wrote down all the things I'd say

Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go Say you're real out of your block If you leave me you're out of your mind My baby is a (ten) We dressing through the (nine) He pick me up with (eight) Make me feel so lucky (seven) He kiss me in his (six) We be

Round and round and round and round we go Why we can't be satisfied I don't know Some folks livin' in the country can't wait to get in their pickup trucks and go to town There's people livin' in a penthouse dying to get out in the sticks and ride around

Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman They just spent like two or three weeks out the country Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing Taliban, Taliban You don't have to call I hit my dance like Usher

A little bit later on When the stars come out And the sun’s long gone We’re gonna drink up a lotta beer a little later on You know out in the country don’t make no plans We’re gonna get on outta here a little later on Rockin' out all night and roll back

In case you didn't know That I could live this life without you Even though I don't tell you all the time You had my heart a long, long time ago I can't count the times I almost said what's on my mind Just the other day I wrote down all the things I'd say

Stand up and be counted Before we slip away out here Before we slip away, slip away We were kids Don't ever doubt it Even if we're surrounded Don't wanna slip away, slip away Slip away (slip) Lookin' out into nothin'

Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how

Please don't leave me here Ooo y'all I'm stuck here in Chicago, please don't leave me Please don't leave Please don't leave me How the weather in the country How the weather down south How the weather in the Delta How the food taste in your mouth Butter