She's just waiting for the summertime when the weathers fine She could hitch a ride out of town And so far away from that low town good for nothing mistake making fool With excuses like baby that was a long time ago But that's just a euphemism if you

Ddrat, da-da-da-um-da Look back at it I get goosebumps when I look at it She ain’t never do this before, but she good at it Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it These girls ain’t really no good for me, yeah Ddrat, da-da, da Drdat, da-da-da, da Ddrat,

While, while they kept on playing I remember, yeah, that night I lost my baby, my sweet baby I was dancing with my baby To that Tennessee Waltz When an old friend I happened Happened to see Well I didn't know I was going to see him I introduced him to my

I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her All year ‘round can’t catch a buzz from the suds And the tears they’re pourin’ down on me Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey’s a little more sour No, I’m drinkin’ this beer Now you

For the walls of my tower they come crumbling down 'Cause I know my weakness, know my voice And I'll believe in grace and choice And I know perhaps my heart is fast But I'll be born without a mask I know the time has numbered my days, And I'll go along

B- boys makin' with the freak freak Putting song together ain't no puzzle like yahtzee Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee Let me introduce myself on this cut I'm Adrock, I'm lit like a motherfuck Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still

Never thought I would be like this But as long as the night ends with you in a yellow cab shootin' me a text sayin' Comin' home soon As long as I can bet on ya crawlin' into bed after slippin' out ya high heel shoes No matter how late Baby I'll be

Warm enough for ya, outside, baby, yeah (Tell me if it's warm enough here for ya) Is it warm enough for ya inside me, me, me, me? Warm enough outside, inside me, me, me, me Why is it so hard to accept the party is over? You came with your new friends And

Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia We on the grind in, Georgia All the time,it ain't Nothing on my mind but - Georgia We ain't playing with you Country name , Country slang, Fiend at the liquor store, Lac' cruisin' , crap shooting,

Sitting here, patching myself up Crying over what's left, 'cause Without you I ain't shit, but no pressure Guess I gotta learn my lesson I know that I've been swerving on this course Can't find me somewhere writin' when I'm wrong Girl, I'm just tryna see