On some rodeo man Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around Don't talk about him, Tina You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off Ain't no use in staying sad or

With everything I won't let this go, these words are my heart and soul I'll hold on to this moment you know, as I bleed my heart out to show I want you to know And I won't let go I don't want this moment to ever end Where everything's nothing without you

No one ever dares to speak It's nothing else but fantasy Don't stop it now It's make believe Make believe But one day it all will come to life Stop be quite now And I'll teach you how to fly Then away we'll go

All of the things that I did back then When the lights go out and I'm in my bed I think of all the madness in my head oh Oh when I'm in my bed I think of all the memories I've had oh Ay, in my apartment a long time ago I knew a bad bitch, but she was

Everybody with me drunk as fuck Break it down and roll it up Break it down and roll it up Ok, ok, ok now everybody with me drunk as fuck Everybody got they killaz with 'em Rep yo side and throw it up Po' it up and it's goin' down Light another blunt and

Got a nigga goin' crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high I feel crazy Oh yeah, I feel crazy And Hennessy don't help Throw me a cigarette, dawg! They got me feelin' crazier than a motherfucker I got Bad Azz in this motherfucker

Haters in the club (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) Put your ass in reverse baby (back up) It don't involve money then (back up) Dawg, get from me and (back up) Everytime I fall I get right (back up) Gold diggers

It’s the color of the tractor in my barn A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm And rows of pines as far as I can see It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got Na, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot Yeah, that’s my shades of green And her eyes

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

But your memory won't let me She's all good, but you're the best I ever had Tell me how could she ever compete with that Ocean Boulevard still has my heart Close my eyes and there we are It still the only place that feels like home I know that I should