Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank I drank this shit by the pint If we leave then we fucking tonight Jeans expensive they fitting me tight I can do this the rest of my life Free the bros down the road doing life Going to sleep every night with a

I hope you think my favorite song When you think happiness I hope you think "that little black dress" Think of my head on your chest And my old faded blue jeans When you think Tim McGraw I hope you think of me Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

I like doin' what she likes Doin' what she likes She likes hearin' how good she looks in them blue jeans Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea Things I whispered in her ear, oh my Like running my fingers through her long hair Lightin' watermelon candles

You ring me often nightly At precisely nine tight Nigga never off But you were one time like 10 o'clock But that's life B And you are my wifey You look right with your hair to the side Blue jeans, nice shoes and a yellow top Likes tunes from bashment to

Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on You're anybody's baby when your mama's gone Pretty lady, get back Pretty lady, yea, sweet thing Sophisticated lady tryin' to change my ways Just because you're caught in your social maze I think it's 'bout time

My blue jeans Will last me all my life, oh yes So should we I'm spending all this time You don't even know me I'm hanging from the tree I don't stand in line, I don't pay for clubs, fuck that But I'll wait for you I don't like to drink, I don't like to

Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on You're anybody's baby when your mama's gone Pretty lady, get back Pretty lady, yea, sweet thing Sophisticated lady tryin' to change my ways Just because you're caught in your social maze I think it's 'bout time

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy In the house of the rising sun There is a house in Sin City And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in Sin City

I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull on my jeans and I feel all right You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun And the wind and the rain I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank

Always was, always gonna be Always gonna only be you You ain't just a sundown, you're spinning my whole world You ain't just a number, I call when I'm lonely They see blue jeans walking by I see my ship coming in They see the end of the night I see a