Loosing the war I'm feining to win Though I never tried to to strive deep From within. Life could be beautiful For anybody it's for, but I'd swear this Mothafuckin' shit is rotten to the core. The portal has been past and it's Time to make a turn, to

(Money and the fame) Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low Won't somebody tell me where to go, please cause I don't know I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into

You win again So little time We do nothing but compete There's no life on earth No other could see me through Some never try But if anybody can, we can There's no fight you can't fight This battle of love with me

This feeling is heavy Makes my body ache and I’m ready To fall into the sky The reason why My heart is heavy Takes me to a place I can’t breathe Only then I know why I see The warning sign

Baby girl hold your breath We about to get so wet I'm about to dive in Swimming in your body, let me dive in You know ain't no running 'round this pool Going under just for you Baby you, watch me stroke Left stroke, right stroke Back stroke, girl there

Don’t pin it all on me Fall upon your knees saying "This is my body and soul here" Fall and begging, pleading Oh blame, blame, blame (I got you, I got you) There’s no room for you here "You’ve got the power and control" You go sleep with the fishes Wrap

Lord it's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar Where do we take it from here? Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars It's been the same way for years We need a change Somebody told me, when I came to Nashville "Son, you finally got it made" Old Hank made it

Tell me who's taking you home Who's taking you home Girl before this night is gone And there ain't nobody better (Ain't nobody better) And we're the flyest in this party We're supposed to be together (Supposed to be together)

This here music cause a sensation Can't you feel it? Don't ignore it Brand new beat Gonna be alright Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this This here music mash up the nation Revolution rock Revolution rock, it is a brand new rock A bad, bad

They ain't never get this live, though Somebody sure got a birthday, somebody gon' turn eighteen You know what that means, you know, you know You could have whatever you want You know what that means About four million in gold chains, 'bout ten million