I don't like this livin', I love it Sweet magnolia blue sky up above it I don't call Corolina just a place I visit I call Carolina home I don't like drinking beer, I love it On the back porch swinging with my honey So you better get to lovin' this living

I wear it like a tattoo Hungry for life And thirsty for the distant river He told me sweet lies of sweet loves Heavy with the burden of the truth And he spoke of his dreams Broken by the burden Broken by the burden of his youth Fourteen years he said

I have a life that's good At the end of the day Two arms around me Heaven to ground me And a family that always calls me home Four wheels to get there Enough love to share And a sweet, sweet, sweet song

Might be what I need (This side) To the edge I'll race you To the end I'll make it All the risk, I'll take it Head bang with my four friends We pour taste out for the dead This is the blood, the body, the life right now The hype right now

I have a life that's good At the end of the day Two arms around me Heaven to ground me And a family that always calls me home Four wheels to get there Enough love to share And a sweet, sweet, sweet song

It's the sweetest The sweetest devotion Hitting me like an explosion All of my life, I've been frozen The sweetest devotion I've known I wasn't ready then, I'm ready now I'm heading straight for you You will only be eternally

Calm down, sweetheart Blue Boy, worried 'bout the world's eyes Worried, every time the sun shines Worried about his Blue Boy, older than the world knows Honey, that's the way that life goes

Yeah some kind of gift they're given That makes this life worth livin' And it makes a man a man Somethin' about a woman Yeah some kind sweet little something That I may never understand Oh there's nothing like that She pulled her hair back to sun her

For this life, I cannot change Hidden Hills, deep off in the main M&M's, sweet like candy cane Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it) Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it) Murda on the beat so it's not nice Drop the top, play

If I could bottle it up If I could bottle it up I'd have a stash in the truck Splash in my cup, it'd never get old One little sip, just a taste on my lip I'd be taking a trip, wherever I go I'd keep a life's good, sweet bliss Does it ever really get