My my baby blue Yeah you're so jaded Hey j-j-jaded Hey j-j-jaded, you got your mama's style But you're yesterday's child to me You think that's where it's at But is that where it's supposed to be You're gettin' it all over me, ex-rated

I’ll always love you But tonight’s the night I choose to walk away So I pick up the pieces I get on the midnight train I got my reasons But darling I can’t explain I choose me And I know that’s selfish, love You are a dream

Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention Fuck all that playing, now I'm grown, I put my heart in it I had to get down with that chrome

Just keep moving, oh Figure it out, figure it out, but don't stop moving Figure it out, figure it out, you can do this So my love, keep on running You gotta get through today, yeah Gotta keep those tears at bay, oh Oh, my love, don't stop burning

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

That's my girl Ain't nothing, ain't nothing You've been down before You've been hurt before You got up before You'll be good to go, good to go Destiny said it, you got to get up and get it Get mad independent and don't you ever forget it Got some dirt on

"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy" I'm goin' down Aww man you gotta love it I'm on my way Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin' I'm country rich, no budget Got to get paid Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin' Pick up, pick up, daddy's in

I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom (Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do? They wanna (Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom Zoom-Zoom) Yeah, yeah, come on Uh, you

Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah New shit, new Kung Fu Kenny I got so many theories and suspicions I'm diagnosed with real nigga conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close, get money,

Gotta get to me, gotta get to me You gotta spread your wings and start flying Like a drop of rain, gotta find the way Don't hit the brakes, just come and crash through my horizon Bring back the air, I need to breathe, baby You gotta get to me The night