Yeah now she gotta do what I say I don't care at all Yaaahhh, yahhh, yah I can't go a day if I don't talk to my baby I went to my hood all my friends think I made it Yeah my momma think I'm famous 100 dollar bills in the way Yeah it feels good to be

Made in heaven, made in heaven Written in the stars Can't you see That's what everybody says I'm taking my ride with destiny Willing to play my part Living with painful memories Loving with all my heart It was all meant to be, yeah

Made in heaven, made in heaven Yes, it was meant to be I'm taking my ride with destiny Willing to play my part Living with painful memories Loving with all my heart It was all meant to be, yeah That's what they say, can't you see? That's what everybody

Call your friends and let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk Trust me, baby trust me I don't mind (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Made it to LA, yeah Finally in LA, yeah Lookin' for the weed though

At the Conway Motor Inn It was a Friday night, late fall After a high school football game Yeah they made love for the first time, I've been here forever, 1959 My name is on the front door, they call me 205 They snuck away, in a beat up Chevrolet Till

That's alright with me That's alright, honey Always, honey, yeah, always near 'Cause it's just the bones you're made of And you laugh like you've never been lonely Oh, you laugh like there's hope in the story Oh, you laugh like I'll be there to hold you

I said, yeah, I said money made me do it Diamonds in my chain gold Every twenty minutes, change clothes I had a mil before the label Just as long as they know, money made me do it I said rest in peace to Bankroll You in a better place, dog You won't ever

Yeah Jack Daniel's kicked my ass again last night Always thought this heart was made of steel and bulletproof But the memory of her taillights fading just breaks it right in two They say every Superman has got his kryptonite I got a reputation going

Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah We too playa, yeah, we too playa Yeah (DJ Durel) The way we put this shit together, you know what I mean? Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean? I got this man on the saxophone You know what I

White lightning Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him Mighty, mighty pleasin' You're pappy's corn squeezin' But my pappy kept on cookin' Well, in North Carolina, way