Just like a reverend, like a reverend on the radio My heart will never say so My heart will never let you go Your heart will never say so Your heart will never let you go On the limb cut down in the middle of the night caught in a trap Cursed by the

And baby this is only bringin' me down. Get back on track, pick me up some bottles of booze Fickle freshman, probably thinks she's cooler than you A hay ride at five, everybody's comin' around So go press you skirt, word is there's a new girl in town. I

If you don't like it Then try it Out here looking for the good life I'll believe it when I see it Tongue in my cheek and your back in my knife I keep pushing through, my eyes right on you Everyone says you should get away, fast as you can But I know

Don't leave no smell on me I'll be that person 'till my dying day I try so awful hard but I can't change My cold, cold sailor heart says, "Get on your way." I ain't too proud to say it but that's how I'm made From runways to the road I ramble alone This

The Lion say "I am king and I reign" No more back talk, and any of you 'Cause I'm king From the beginning, I was made king" "King of kings and Lord of Lords The Lion say "I am king in this range" "No more kings must be in this backyard" Elephant say "I

Crawl out of my head and fall into my bed She’s a bad mamajama And she don’t make time and All the men wanna have her But they know she’s mine And she's down for whatever Can you read my mind and then just Baby I’m savin it all for you

Good time to roll on. Me and your cold, driving in the snow, Let the good times roll, let the good times roll Cowgirl king of the rodeo, let the good times roll, Let the good times roll He's so purity, a shaven and a mourning, And standing on a pigeon

Born to be kings, princes of the universe I'm here for your love and I'll make my stand Here we are, born to be kings We're the princes of the universe Here we belong, fighting to survive In a world with the darkest powers And here we are, we're the

Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Smack the shit outta him Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo' Reportin' live from the glo pad Gang in this bitch You know how we rockin , cut off stockings Kush in my pocket nigga,

Saints and soldiers, beggers, kings and renegades Ain't no tellin' who on earth He might include In the heaven I'm headed to The heaven I'm headed to I hear people talk of heaven And how it's only for the precious few But in the book that I've been