Talk to me nicely, oww 'Cause you control my vices I just wanna fuck you on your night shift Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grindin' on the night shift All day, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I just want to

So long, I hate to see you go So I save my tears for later on down the road Knowing you won't be coming home How come I keep I holding on As her car pulls out the driveway And she don't wave goodbye Her last words echo in my mind Listen honey, I gotta

In my daddy's El Camino, In her driveway in the rain, Starrin' through that windshield I could see my future change, And my heart hit like a hammer, And my thoughts were runnin' wild, Any fool can make a baby, but it takes a man, to raise a child. She

I'm a busy man There's a little boy out in the driveway His basketball in hand Saying Daddy could we play a little one on one You pat him on the back and say not now son His sister's out on the sidewalk Setting up a lemonade stand Hey Daddy don't you

Mmm mmm mmm I like the sound, I like the sound of that I like the sound of that It's a little too loud on the highway I wanna pull back in your driveway It's way too quiet at my place Wanna come on over, come on over I just wanna hear that ringtone I

Red dirt roads and big tire toys, Country girls and redneck boys, Carolina moon is big and bright, Sumter County Friday Night! Jeep tires burn my driveway black, Got my John Deere hat turned back. Brother says there's gonna be a fight, Sumter County

I just need my girl I need my girl, I need my baby I need you, ninety miles an hour down the interstate Headlights shining in the driveway In my arms, and I need you right now I don't need nothing else, baby, in this world I don't need another drink of

Where's my mind Maybe it's in the gutter where I left my lover What an expensive fate My V is for Vendetta Thought that I'd feel better But now I got a bellyache Sittin' all alone Mouth full of gum In the driveway

I've got a symbol in my driveway I've got a hundred million dollar friends I've got you a brand new weapon Let's see how destructive we can be Got a brand new set of stencils I've been connecting all the dots Got my plans in a zip-lock bag Let's see how

It's just you and I It's do or die (made this shit right here for any season) (Everybody know that it's the reason) Pull up with that new-new in the driveway So fast I double park that bitch sideways When it comes to life I do it my way Smoked out, 180