Baby are you home Tell me what he on Yeah, she call my phone Ask me what I'm on Baby, is you home I'm in the area He ain't scaring none You know why you text my phone Tell me if you home

Like a phone call from my baby Sayin' honey I miss you like crazy There's a cabin in a valley my grandpa built on your land Your mountains are a canvas for the Maker's hand Tonight I'm fishing up a river if only in my mind No, I haven't seen her banks in

This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit Don't give a fuck and I'm somewhat insane If practice made perfect, I'm practice's baby My life is too crazy, no actor could play me And the

Livin' on Tulsa time left Oklahoma drivin' in a Pontiac Just about to lose my mind I was goin' on to Arizona, maybe on to California Where all the people live so fine My baby said I was crazy, my momma called me lazy I was goin' to show 'em all this time

Just call me angel of the morning, (angel) Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby Then slowly turn away There'll be no strings to bind your hands Not if my love can't bind your heart And there's no need to take a stand For it was I who chose to

I'm at a payphone trying to call home All of my change I spent on you Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong Where are the plans we made for two If Happy Ever Afters did exist I would still be holding you like this All those fairy tales are full

Baby you can crash my party anytime. You can wake me up in the dead of the night; wreck my plans, baby that’s alright. This is a drop everything kind of thing. Swing on by I will pour you a drink. If you wanna call me, call me, call me you don’t have to

Good day to be me If I got you well it's a good day, baby Some folks call me crazy my momma call me 'hon And depending on the mood your in, I might be either one Hey, I get up and I go to work and I got to work some more When I get home I take it off and

Before I dive right into you I could fall, or I could fly Here in your aeroplane And I could live, I could die Hanging on the words you say And I’ve been known to give my all So don’t call me baby Unless you mean it If you don’t believe it

Let me put on a show Put me onto your black motorcycle Fifties baby doll dress for my 'I do" It only takes two hours to Nevada I wear your sparkle You call me your mama Let me put on a show for you daddy Yayo, yes you, yayo Let me put on a show for you