Well they're building a gallows outside my cell And I've got 25 minutes to go And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I got 24 minutes to go Well they gave me some beans for my last meal With 23 minutes to go But nobody asked me how I feel I

Been a minute since I pulled up outside Work it like a stripper, yeah But you not a stripper, yeah Dog her down with ya, yeah Work that nine to five with ya, yeah Shut it down, yeah, we do that everytime Ooh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah Oh my, oh

The winos bummin', the rich folks slummin' Jacksboro Highway, Jacksboro Highway Jacksboro Highway, there's always something goin' down Just outside of Fort Worth, Texas, one ninety-nine There's a rundown strip of night clubs, been there for a long, long

They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

And set this circus down And we go rolling down this highway Chasing all our crazy dreams I've gone your way and you've gone my way And everywhere in between One of these days we'll find a piece of ground Just outside of some sleepy little town Sometimes

Hearts ain't gonna, hearts ain't gonna lie Don't take that the wrong way You know what I mean We get along, get along on the outside We're half of the same Won't do this again When love don't feel right Head out the door, but our hearts on the inside

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

Ice tray, young nigga flooded (ice ice ice, yeah) Coupe outside and it's press button (skrt skrt) Got that nigga mad 'cause your bitch fuckin' (hah) Fuck it, ice tray the gang (fuck it), ice tray the gang (woo) Ice tray the gang (ice), ice tray the gang

B.B. boogie darlin' The B.B. boogie baby Do the B.B. boogie, if it takes you all night long I grabbed my baby and I held her tight Do the B.B. boogie If it takes you all night long Well I looked at the clock The clock said four My baby jumped up

I go outside I'll admit I'm full of shit That's how I know I love you That's how I know I trust you, You're not sure if there's a right or wrong But it feels like there is when I treat you like this Texas, I won't come home Not even if you call I can't