(Raised on country music) I was raised on Merle, raised on Willie Got my Honky Tonk attitude from Joe Diffie Daddy did too, it's family tradition If someone cranks it up, you can't help but listen My upbringing sounds like George Strait singing And I

When we ride on our enemies Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh? Hahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a fuck This is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies BEYOTCH! When we ride on our enemies HEYYYY! Got some

And it sounds like I hear the devil calling me back home I hear the devil calling me back (I hear the devil calling me back home) I hear the devil calling me back (I hear the devil) She calling, calling, calling Hey yeah, (oh yeah, ooh) No rest for the

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans

(Go ahead baby and) Do it I'm `bout to do it for ya This joint has got me open Show me what you got I got a new one for ya I like the way that sounds I like to break it down Ooh that's my favorite song

Don't you know It sounds like a whisper Talkin' bout a revolution, oh no They're talkin' 'bout a revolution While they're standing in the welfare lines Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation Wasting time in the unemployment lines Sitting

I don't wanna play games no more No more, no I don't wanna play no more I spent my 19th birthday in the hospital With my brother and my mum And I know it sounds dumb but I felt like I lost it all The pain's compulsory, suffering's optional Takeshi's

(Oh) My lucky strike (Oh) You're body rocking, keep me up all night Got me so high and then she dropped me But she got me, she got me, she got me bad Took me inside and then she rocked me She keep up all night, this is what it sounds like (Oh) One in a

Living on love Living on love, buying on time Without somebody nothing ain't worth a dime It's like that old fashioned storybook rhyme It sounds simple that's what you're thinking Love can walk through fire without blinking It doesn't take much, when you

The big man arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims of typewriters The band sounds like typewriters The big man he's not listening His eyes hold Edith