Throw your suitcase in the back Done gassed up the Pontiac Blastin' out to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby, we ain't ever comin' back What ya got? Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll Screw you, man

Ah ah ah ah ah In the arms of cobwebs It's a one room city, yeah His value declined Rock me now Roll me out When he offered his name The town where she was born Like town where I was born

I can't understand why I've been put here I'm stuck in a world of sympathy With nobody watching over me To all those not living in the here and now And the words roll over and over Yet our hearts will never be lifted Where did they go? The days we used

Oh Ruby, don't take your love to town You've painted up your lips and rolled and curled your tinted hair Ruby, are you contemplating going out somewhere? The shadow on the wall tell me the sun is going down Oh, Ruby, don't take your love to town It

Let's spend the night together Now I need you more than ever Let's spend the night together now My, my, my, my Don't you worry 'bout what's on your mind (oh my) I'm in no hurry I can take my time (oh my) I'm going red and my tongue's getting tied

Gimme that night fever, night fever We know how to do it We know how to show it And that sweet city woman Controlling my mind and my soul When you reach out for me Yeah, and the feelin' is right Then I get night fever, night fever

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

We'd drive too fast Yeah man, we run this town We'd get too loud Nothin’ but a bunch of time to kill Set up on the big hill Seventeen, we owned those streets That was our spot, that’s where we’d always meet And we’d roll on out

My little one Step out of the shadows Will you step out of the shadows Silent river, roll on When the levees weak you're gonna break it We're all bound by certain forces The same as any one There's a change a surely comin' A will that will be done

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't