You can kiss my country ass If you're a down-home, backwoods redneck Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back Truck bed loaded down with beer

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

Burn it down (burn it down baby burn it burn it down) So burn it down, burn it down So burn it down (burn it down baby burn it burn it down) Looking through a window made of time, Would you have the courage not to lie If you're feeling like I feel then

I find out there’s no one, no one on playground So if you fall rise again, don’t stay down Don’t you think I’m joking Knock on the door we open If you’re sick, you shall surely find your way around it If you fall, no you can stay down People are moving,

I'm in too deep Ah ooh-ah-ooh-ooh Can't touch the bottom with my feet Don't know what you did to me, I can't breathe but I'm living I heard your siren's call, it was beautiful I am drowning, God, please don't save me Used to be scared of the ocean 'Cause

You in your fancy Material world Don't see the links of chain Binding blood Our own ancestors Are hungry ghosts Closets so full of bones They won't close Call it upward mobility

Stand up this is renegade music Everybody, everybody get down! Take it to another level right now No resolution Take back your life right now Are you ready for some new shit? But nothing changes Until the people get loud So get down

Good morning Get on down Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' Every time that we hear them Get, get on down Uh, good morning Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed I mean, damn, did you even see the test

All the pretty girls on a Saturday night Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes Well you break and take all the words from my mouth I wish all the pretty girls were shakin' me down But not you, When all the pretty girls can't measure to you