I think I missed you just right I missed you on your weekend Whiskey Getting crazy at the bar I missed you running late on Sundays Sliding in as the preacher starts I missed you at my sister’s wedding I’d be lying if I said you didn’t cross my mind I

I feel our bodies getting colder And it's the road that leads to nowhere But all I want to do is go there She's got me, running from the daylight She gives me, a feeling that I can't fight Before we started it was over I'm not ready to start again And

Can't stand your present job, afraid of getting fired Depressed? Staring at the0late night tube You could call that number But you'd just get someone just like you Well, I feel that way too Just the same as you Like it's getting worse before it's getting

Want some more (Want some more) When they start talking crazy that's when I know that they Even though a nigga been getting to it (Still want some more) Every time I end up getting to it I know that I'm getting it, but fuck it cause I Every time I end up

Don't you know, baby? Does it ever cross your mind? Only fools stick around when the love is all gone There you go Getting so overly comfortable, baby Like oh no, she wants to be in somebody else's photos On the low-low Only fools stick around when the

Big Jack, Big Jack, The steam is a burning, Workin' up and down the line, The pot is getting ready, He's been working it so hard, When it comes to lovin', Big jack is on his way, Wink of satisfaction,

It's not dark yet, but it's getting there Shadows are falling and I been here all day It's too hot to sleep and time is running away Feel like my soul has turned into steel I've still got the scars that the sun didn't let me heal There's not even room

This town's too small to be mean And somebody's sister knows somebody's husband And somebody's daughter knows somebody's brother And around here, we all look out for each other Aw, but don't you forget it, as big as we're getting Too small to be lying

I'm hearing shooters loading pistols while I'm brushing my teeth I get so many death threats it's getting normal to me But I bend don't break, I don't ask just take Black gloves, black tape and I don't play nor pray Wake up and take a piss, I hear 'em

I run around town, around round the town The pedal to whatever Gonna ride my bike until I get home With the pedal to the metal My mama tells me I should stop Go and get a real job That can't be the way that I roll And I'm getting count of it all