You know I know that you know I know That you're a liar, a liar Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo But I'm never gonna come Baby cry, cry, cry You ain't fooling anyone You can crawl, crawl, crawl You can beg and you can bleed Baby talk, talk, talk

It's just another day in Heaven South And it's just another day in Heaven South Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33 Old Glory waving at you As you're driving by the

Like I love you Don't have to rush if you don't want to Oh I'll be patient Can't you see that I come crawling on my knees To get to you, get to you, get to you Next to you, next to you, next to you But do you love me like I love you? But just know that

Blood of a slave, heart of a king Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave Boiling in my veins It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more Turn my voice up Ayo, the brother is "stillmatic" I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the

Never thought I would be like this But as long as the night ends with you in a yellow cab shootin' me a text sayin' Comin' home soon As long as I can bet on ya crawlin' into bed after slippin' out ya high heel shoes No matter how late Baby I'll be

When you've got to feel it in your bones You see, you've got to feel it in your bones I don't want to be crippled and cracked Shoulders and wrists, knees and back Ground to dust and ash Crawling on all fours Now I can't climb the stairs Pieces missing

I, I could light it up for you We can light it up Acting like your favorite drug, raise a cup Like a stone you watch it fall And let it roll out over the fields You take your time and watch it crawl Like you're the big shot symphony But oh what would you

Whiskey and you, Ain't nothing I can do, But come crawling back to, Whiskey and you. Always there, When my world starts closing in, Something to hold, No matter how long it's been. Gets me high,

It's just another day in Heaven South And it's just another day in Heaven South Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33 Old Glory waving at you As you're driving by the

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl