You're all alone. How come you don't make time for me anymore, That's the last thing she said to you, And now when you call, She don't answer anymore, For the line is busy and you can't get through, In the time it would take you to learn from your

Way down south, where the mangroves grow Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou There's a little story that's never been told About a pretty widow who never grows old And how she buried her soul with her wedding ring Traded it off for that voodoo thing She

When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

When you break up in a small town She would get down with somebody I know I guess that's just how it goes I see our friends and they put on a show Like they don't want me to know So they give me the go-around I swear it's like I can't even leave my house

How many drinks would it take you to leave with me? You look good, we came to party, but I don't wanna waste my time We both know that we're grown That's why I wanna know Yeah you look good, and I got money but I don't wanna waste my time Back of my

Maybach Music Yo this Chris Rock I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose That's how we do it That's all we do Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop

I am not perfect and I don't claim to be And if that's what you wanted Well then I'm so sorry How about a better version of the way that I am? Excuse the mess I didn't see you from behind I caught a glimpse But the reflection's only mine

It's okay to cry, just rain on me, yeah (Just rain on me) I'm sorry I didn't answer I didn't answer 'cause I was busy, what else That's why I didn't answer How about I just call you next time? Why is it that when I don't answer You think I'm with

While my guitar gently weeps Still my guitar gently weeps. I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping I don't know why nobody told you How to unfold your love I don't know how someone controlled

While my guitar gently weeps Still my guitar gently weeps. I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping I don't know why nobody told you How to unfold your love I don't know how someone controlled