We're going to the last If only, if only And I will love you Tell me if we're wrong All I've seen is what you've done To the last, you and I You're to me than any any son Never in a fore and only son

What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? Well, its 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some plans for later on tonight I'll find a

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

Tell me I'm the fool Say that you don't want me, say that you don't need me Tell me you've been tortured, tell me you've been beaten What I've done to you Even if it doesn't matter Doesn't matter what's true I know I've done wrong and I paid for it Just

I told you when I found you Is love that you fed by Perversion and pain Seems like forever and a day If my intentions are misunderstood Please be kind I've done all I should I won't ask of you What I would not do

Seal my heart and break my pride Align my heart, my body, my mind To face what I've done and do my time I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide The young man stands on the edge of his porch The days were short and the father was gone There was no

I've done this before So say what you wanna say, what you want Shame is you won't say that to my face Set it on fire Just to give me proof I'm living on a wire So say what you wanna say, what you wanna So say what you wanna say, what you gotta say, now

This shit right here is for you All your faces I can see You all think it's about me I'm about to break, this is my fate Am I still damned to my life, of misery and hate? You will never know What I've done for you What you know Got me through

Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof Look, I don't fuck what you niggas done I don't give a fuck where you niggas from For you and your mouth go and get a gun Leave you slumped on the scene, that's a hit and

Maybe I like that I'm not alright I like to stare at the sun And think about what I've done I lie awake in my great escape I like crossing the line Its for losing my mind Are you okay 'Cause I feel fine Maybe its me