I took it with me So I took it with me, that cloud of red dust rolling up That Georgia blue sky, setting sun, straight up highway forty-one I took it with me, that wild street, that fighting side That born to run on a Friday night That standing tall

Right, yeah Really I could give a fuck about you (straight up, straight up) As long as I'm doin' what I'm doin' 'Cause they know, 'cause they know who we are This that life that we livin' and that ain't changin' They just know that we livin' the life

I break it down, I break it down How much money you got? (A lot) How much money you got? (Straight up) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many

No more same old someone else Back to the one you used to love like crazy Maybe you'll save me from myself I'm gonna run straight back to us, baby When the sun comes around again You won't be waking up in a stranger's bed I don't say what I mean I don't

I don't want lil' shorty if it ain't great sex Take 'em out like Hardy, we like to break necks On a island, we party straight off the private jet 'Cause I got blue strips, I just make checks Pop like a trunk, nigga, 'cause we up now (we up) You think

You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All

What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to living big dog style and straight coasting Back when Cube, was rolling with Lorenzo in

I am far too Canadian I am the face of my country Experssionless and small Weak at the knees, shaking badly Can't straighten up at all I watch the spine of my country bend and break I'm a sorry state I'm so content, to stand in line Wait and see, pass

Just like my mama said I'm going straight to hell And I'm going straight to hell 'Cause I'm going straight to hell I grew up just west of the tracks Holdin' me to hold me back Around your door she's callin' out my name

Standing there red hot, tied up little tank top Looking like you must be straight out of the country I need a sweet little somethin' like you got Honey, what I wouldn't do for a sweet little somethin' like you I wanna ride you round in my old truck Keep