Shot some faith on my darkest places Like a rising sun Filled my heart with a million amazing graces Your voice is like a choir A match that starts a fire Deep down in my bones where only you can go When my soul needs an angel's touch You light it up

Yeah when that summer sun starts to beatin' down And you don't know what to do Inflatable pool full of dad's hot air I was three years old Splashin' everywhere And so began my love affair With all my friends

Plus, they keep bud in the kitchen, fuck some eggs and grits Jimmy Henchman with the shipment, I sold a lot of shit Woke up in the mornin', bust down me a brick East Atlanta, Zone 6, Gucci really rich Heard I killed a man allegedly, but I didn't bust a

I stand and I wait in line And I wait in line With a heavy head And this bottle of wine As they steal my time But I've learned to hold my own And I watch I can't shake this feeling

I want a little girl I want a little girl, call my own. She must be someone who's all alone now. Say, I want a little girl To fall in love with me, oh yeah. I want a little girl, but she may not look Just like a picture in a story book. If she can cook

I ride it like a wave I'm down for wherever it takes me I ride it, I ride it like a wave I'm waiting at the shore with my arms wide open Wind blowing in my hair, let the sea salt soak in Coming at me full force, do this with my eyes closed, yeah Just

Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God, wake me I can't remember anything Can't tell if this is true or dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops me Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That

And make believe it came from you I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter They're gonna knock me off my feet Kisses on the bottom I'll be glad I've got 'em And sign "with love" the way you do I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet I'm gonna smile

I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let

A thousand miles away from that speed trap town She said, "It's none of my business but it breaks my heart" Dropped a dozen cheap roses in my shopping cart Made it out to the truck without breaking down Everybody knows you in a speed trap town Well it's