Let me hear you talking, I'm so far away Let me hear a single word that you say Are ya'll just mad at my dinero? All I gotta say You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero Can't get too close cause I'm real My temperature make you feel Keep it lit up and

And girl, I don't even follow you, I can't Too busy calling you back, sometimes I don't understand I feel like I'm stalking you, I swear I keep on watching your Snaps, I'm stuck on your Instagram And I swear, that's why I'm watching your Snaps, I'm stuck

In a dark and lonely corner, all the time in Dark-side inn Sits a local barstool warrior, talking to his gin Treating past decisions, he motions for a shot Is he doomed to be a man this world forgot? Just a prisoner of the monster on his back Call it bad

Eighteen years had come and gone For mama they flew by But for me they drug on and on We were loading up that Chevy Both tryin' not to cry Mama kept on talking Putting off goodbye Then she took my hand and said "Baby, don't forget

Have I been holding on too strong? Is it our heavy handed love Keeping us from moving on? I'm not ready to go tonight Maybe I'm coming off all wrong It's only getting harder Talking to you without falling down And this house keeps getting darker We used

Nobody mention my familia It's always trouble when they go too far Dead line, now you a dead man for real This is my house, you made it personal Father, father, could you bless his soul? He talking crazy, I may lose control Father, father, unforgivable

Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go Gotta let me go, gotta let it go Always fuck fuckin' with my head now Shut your mouth 'cause you're talking too much And I don't give a fuck anyway And I don't give a damn anyway You always seem to be

Talking to the moon In hopes you're on The other side Talking to me too Or am I a fool Who sits alone I know you're somewhere out there Somewhere far away I want you back

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones. In the event of something happening to me, There is something I would like you all to see. It's just a photograph

I'll give all I have to give I'm talking about that hummingbird Oh she's little and she loves me Too much for words to say When I see her in the morning sleeping She's little and she loves me To my lucky day Sometimes I get impatient But she cools me