Ain't nothin' but a rearview town It ain't nothin' what it used to be Population minus me On the other side of that dust cloud It ain't nothin' but a rearview town Broken hearts and rusted plows Roots ripped right up out of the ground Never thought I'd

I can pick up some wine I can pick you up in my pick-up truck And we can pick up right where we left off Ain't that what we both want Pick up the pieces girl It ain't that broke Pick up the past and just let it go Put down that over me Never wanna see me

(Hey) I took a couple of my dawgs on a lick Do or die, gotta survive, pay the rent (Survive) I was so broke that I could cry, I was sick (Broke) Born in the wild, so many trials, I ain't quit All the people I robbed, I brought 'em down, I repent (Down)

Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back (You ain’t getting checks) Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back D town LAX, every

I say bitch I smell like money, that’s that dope and cologne And if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass alone I say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone Here I go, here I go this that C5 Bitch I’m back, with that

She ain't goin' out like that He thought she'd be sitting home crying She's had enough of feeling like dying Everybody, here comes the life of the party, yeah, she is He might have left her brokenhearted But she ain't goin', goin' out like that But she

'Cause I keep keep seein' the signs you want me to stay Don't get your feelings broken for nothin' Maybe I'm leavin' Leavin' here with nothin' I might regret that I can't be your man (I been hurt before, don't wanna hurt no more) I better slow down

And where are the roads to freedom? Where is the life his father knew? Where is the love, where is the joy And tell me, where are the roads to freedom? A gypsy sings, of birds with broken wings And painted wheels that never roll Who hears the sighs? Who

Gon' make me broke The way you make that tushy roll No I ain't wearin' no cape baby Way you make that tushy roll Betty Crocker, got the cakes baby Come serve it up for me though But tonight I'm your hero (I know, I know) Say she wanna get up Want a nigga

My girlfriend's got a girlfriend now. Hey mom and dad, I don't know where to start. I hate to break the news, but I got a broken heart. That sweet southern belle, that I met in Tennessee Got a hickey on her neck and it ain't from me. Seems there's