When my ship comes in What’s a guy to say? What’s a guy to do? I can paint this whole town red tonight, And still wake up with the blues Good luck is bound to find me, If it comes around again, But I’ll probably be out fishing, I had me a high school

And I fly solo I had a dream that the whole world was staring at me And your gonna tell all the people about the fun you used to have It hurts when it don't last So I'm a spread my wings and head for the sky I woke up and wasn't no one there, Wasn't no

Drop dead beauties Stompin' up a storm Lines of Hell on our face Bruised bad apples Crawling through the night Busted loose runaway Always always Thrill without a motive

Great big love Sweeping across the sky Evening sun slants across the road Painting everything with gold I'm headed for home, got a woman there I can barely wait to hold Got wind in my hair, got the heat inside Heart jumping up and down An empty head and

Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga? Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga Gunner, Gunner Walk up in the spot with hella

Yeah, you got me holdin' back, holdin' back You and I make so much love Why you got me all fucked up? So you better stay up, player Yeah, you better keep up, player 'Cause tonight is a game-changer 'Cause it ain't enough But it ain't enough You and I

I'm in a mental cage, I'm locked up Imprisoned I live, Deathlike, sickening Strong is your hold On my resignation I don't see the stars, My memories are veiled In fluid dreams

Everybody wanna steal my girl Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one 'cause she belongs to me Everybody wanna take her heart away Na na na na na na Alright (alright) Na na na na na na (alright) Na na na na na na (oh, yeah) Na na, she

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

Uhh, trauma I was on the corner with the reefa And they got us warring for our freedom See my brother blood on the pavement How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil? When them drugs got a hold of your mama And the judge got a hold on your father Go to