Can I live 'til my last day Hittin' honies that be nasty Gettin' money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still can't let you pass me Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats

Passion is sometimes a fucked up thing for me I think I owe you an apology Somehow you bring the violence out in me I'm just a shell of what I used to be The little things you do Prey for me (Prey for me) I think I owe you an apology, (Prey for me) I'm

Na-na-na-na-na-na 'Cause love ain't used like a riddle 'Cause I can't tell just what the hell you want Love, na-na-na-na-na, yay Hold me down, just a little Can we meet in the middle? Let me know if you in it I don't get it, I don't get it, what you

Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I Always hear when you sigh Never in my wordland Could there be ways to reveal In a phrase how I feel Have you ever heard two turtle doves Bill and coo when they love? That's the kind of magic Music we make with our lips

Cause I love being here with you I love the East, I love the West North and South, their both the best But I only want go there as a guest I love the sea, I love the shore I love the rocks and what is more You and they never be a bore Singing in the

Well I'm fuckin' you tonight You must be used to me spendin' And all that sweet winin' and dinin' Can you feel me? And another one Here's another one 'Cause I can feel you Uhh, uhh, what

There's a rumor going 'round about me and you Stirring up our little town the last week or two There's a rumor going 'round, and 'round, and 'round So tell me why we even trying to deny this feeling I feel it, don't you feel it too? What d'you say we

Amarillo by mornin' Up from San Antone Everything that I got Is just what I've got on Amarillo's where I'll be When that sun is high in that Texas sky I'll be buckin' at the county fair Amarillo, I'll be there They took my saddle in Houston

Take me home today The window opens I hear the toddling waves I think about the soldiers, I think about the interstates I would like to leave it all just for a week or two Maybe I'd see it in clarity, whatever I would see It's all so confusing, I don't

She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor She's the first one up the hayloft ladder A girl like that's what a country boy's after She's ten pounds of sugar in a five pound sack I go fast, she hollers faster I go fast, she hollers faster, She's a wild