Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Looking for a All I really want is to be your Don't be scared to come put your trust in me Can't you see all I really want to be Is your boyfriend Can't fight that Knock me down you know I'm coming right back

The sky is crying, Can you see the tears roll down the street. I my baby early one morning She was walking on down the street I got a real, real fine feeling That my baby she don't love me no more I've been looking for my baby And I've been wondering

When you see me look, don't touch Keep your circle small, be careful who you trust They gon' love you when you down, not when you up Remember feeling broke as fuck But now I'm pulling up in Rover trucks (I'm pulling up in Rover Trucks now) Now she give

And do some down south jukin' Well Billy Joe told me, said everything's lookin' fine He's got the place all secured, got the icebox full of wine He said hurry on over and don't be late He got three lovely ladies who just won't wait Do some down south

And when I'm gone just carry on don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing so baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back Yeah, it's my life My own words, I guess

I've been waitin' all night, lookin' for you headlights Go anywhere you wanna go I don't really need to know, if my heart is in danger 'Cause as long as you're the driver I was walking down this broken road I was stranded, I was all alone Always played

When he was eight years old Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin' Little girl came through the front gate Holdin' a fishin' pole His dad looked down and smiled He said, "We can't leave her behind" "Son, I know you don't want her to go But someday you'll

Felt like somebody lied When I saw him go down I had to hold my breath till the coast was clear Just to stop the tears Looking out the window out on the street I don't know what happened, I'm out on my feet I hear my mother calling my name I still come

Well up here's the window sitting way up high I can't look up enough to see the sky There ain't no good light here below Don't want no preacher man to come around I don't need him to lay my burden down Alright, I told Jesus everything I know When it's

It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time