1.Firestarter
Hook：
I'm a firestarter! Hot damn!
That's why everyday I'm cold, they're trying to put me up
Bitch, I'm a firestarter, hot damn!
Put this fires out of control and bitch you can put me up
Uh, uh, uh, I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, I'm a problem!
Uh, uh, uh, I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, I'm a problem!
Sticks and stones and bricks and bones
Lift them on, get all them...
Speaking my wishes, I wish I'd be caught
But the coke and the... take me Rose!
Reaching my own shit, ready to hang me down
You're an original, you know when you're standing out
You just staying around, ready for God just like a...
Pulling your panties out, oh!
...no more, the water like a doc for the season...
The harder they pay...gets
Call me a mother, I'm speaking my language
Chain this, bang this, .... to get painless
While I stay over the money, bend like a... lift
Put a thousand... to pay with
I didn't know I give you many colors to paint with
....couple machine with my fucking painting
So go ahead, make your changes
I'll be back in the booth with a fucking flame lit!
A five star, betting on fine water
You don't know me,son, like I don't know my fault!
You just gotta relax, homie, yeah!
Breathe in and breathe
Breathe in and breathe out
This is far in me and ain't going out
Breathe in and breathe out
I was born to be this shit
Breathe in and breathe out
Just gotta realize
Cause all my life I've been a firestarter
I don't know what it is apart my soul that's got me hot and
bothered
Somebody found me..., somebody found me...
Cause I'm hotter than a preacher starter,
Hotter than dry leaves in August
Yeah, I'm a firestarter!
Yeah, I'm a problem!
Yeah, I'm a firestarter!
Yeah, I'm a problem!
And I'm dulling
Better pick the telephone, we're calling
Check this... about calling
Act to the..run for the office
In the back window still...
They can't clap it, no, think of...
Choppers always, poppers...
Death to my haters, say bitch in your coffin
Death to them coffin, ten toes down motherfucker I'm howling
You paid two mortgage deposits
Remind yourself... is an auction
Do it once, do it twice, 25-35-50-55, bowling!
Better take you when...
Pop music is a piece of gold
Uh, yeay! Take you to the truck and do it in the day
What you got there now that it get...
The white Porsche red-neck, uh
With all due respect, so run it back to your goldest day
Sit, roll it like day
Sex to the girls, bathroom nightmare
Sits back in the line
We already know who make these!
Hook：
Firestarter, sweet dream, sweet dreams
Bitch, I'm a firestarter, sweet dream, sweet dreams
Uh, uh, uh, I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, I'm a problem!
Uh, uh, uh, I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, I'm a problem!
Put this fires out of control and bitch you can put me up
2.Way Out
Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out
Drunk as a fool, throwing that Jimmy back until I'm laid out
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talking way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talking way out
Rolling country side anywhere that I go, hey now
Trunk on 'quake, cops pulling off they telling me “turn it way
down”
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talking way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talking way out
Yeah – intergalactic, out of my mind and into traffic
In a pair of converse, tryin to climb mount everest with nothin
in my backpack
It's me： a son of a bitch, a child of a prick
A stepson you don't wanna hit
Ooo wee, no, not him – not Lil Wayne, Michael Wayne
Who you thought it would be？
Damn right, and I'm on a tightrope
Screaming out loud, 'Bitch”, fuck my life'
I ain't never give a fuck, I could never give a fuck now
So put the chain on my bike, yeah
Throw that bitch back on the sprocket, give me the pistol before
you cock it
Let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us
Poor us, yeah, popping these, shocking, ain't it mane？
Well, I guess nobody wants to be broke, right？ Black or white
Paint the frame
'Cause I'm only used to refusing the stereotypes of a name
I ain't a name – I'm a soul, I'm a piece of gold
I'm a pro, I'm a piece of shit too
Do, what I gotta do if I gotta roll？ Guess what？
I'mma roll all over you when I'm riding
Used to watch my beeper chirp, Blue dickies and a Blank Panther
Shirt
My world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of
Earth
Tennessee bound, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor storm
Media wrong, media write, right 'em a wrong, ring the alarm
Duck under your desk, children go — this building is about to
blow
I don't know what I'mma do with this feeling inside of my mind
and soul
I'm a one-in-a-million human show
Should've been the motherfucking Truman Show
But if you seen me getting raped as a child
You probably wouldn't give me room to grow
Heavy blow, take a heavy sigh
Like a runner on the daily, high oh my
You'll be good, baby boy, don't cry
I can make a boat with the broke up rhymes
God made me the Cherokee like no
I can't let the world off the hook this time
And if you didn't want this catfish shit
In fact, you should've never shook that line
Readied that hook, took this time, to press play, then rewind
I would rather be drunk than be blind
To the space age pimp shit that I combine
With what I know, rock and roll, I'm so famous, country fresh
That I can't take one step in the fuckin' street when I'm in
public
So I get in this
3.F.A.S.T Ride
(You know my Uncle Critter said,
'You look like you been shot at and missed
Shit at and hit'
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, on that ass, bitch
And I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Mello Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk, what？
Country folks don't talk much
They just get to work ： sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
Sleepin' bag by the bricks： call me the fly, I'm on some shit
Drum this out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I should've been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked when I'm around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel made it
I'll slap Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and upset
But I don't run clumsy, punch a perp'
A one, two, three： I'm at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid ＆ Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please don't leave
Just give me the keys and crank that beat
'Cause I might double up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe I'm cold, I'mma freeze this beat
Like Freon, frickin' neon, that's me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause I'm…
So what's new？
Been on that shit, where's the atlas？
Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps I'm playin' Relapse
Boss, Eminem saw the gem in him
Oh, me？ Yeah, who thought？
Just toss the white trash out the window
Now I'm in a ditch like broken pencils
Empty bottles and stolen rentals
This one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring 'em in, though
Out the rain, what's a friend for？
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the door
Had to add a syllable to that word
Country, but, oh, of course
Bitches go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, don't need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, let's
roll
These hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword
With a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin' bitch, it's pay your rent day
Do I not look like my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin' pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
Yeah… yeah…
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, ho
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, I'm on my shit now…
Yeah, I'm on my shit now…
Yeah, I'm on my shit now…
Yeah, I'm on my shit now…
Yeah, I'm on my shit now…
Yeah, I'm on my shit now…
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Yeah, I'm on my shit now…
I'm on my shit now…
I'm on my shit now…
I'm on my shit now…
I'm on my…
Yeah, I'm on my shit now…
I'm on my shit now…
Let's go!
4.Box Chevy Part 4
I just popped some pills,
And all I want to do is not to feel,
Like a fucking ball on a soccer field,
'Cause everybody seems so not for real.
While this moon is up,
I want to ride around with you in the trunk.
I hope you don't mind I assumed you was,
'Cause I went and got a room for us.
So let's drink some drinks,
Until we get so drunk we can't wait,
To pull each other's clothes off and get naked,
And make the motherfucking Chevy shake.
Now I'm feeling fine,
In my 1979,
Trunk full of knock and the cup with the lime,
And I think that it's about that time.
So give me a shot.
I'ma take it up to the mountain top,
Or we could make it bounce in the parking lot,
Straight up in the police parking spot, fuck the cops.
We can roll,
All over the city we can go,
Everywhere you want to creeping low,
Baby I just want to beat the show.
So fuck that boom,
'Cause I got the Chevy engine tuned,
And I'll keep it running just for you,
While we illegally screw.
5.Hustle Feat Paul Wall
Rolling with the top down, on peanut butter guts
Trolling, I'm about to climb
Load the gun, turn the base up, turn it up
Holding that Glock nine in case a hater run up
Callin, I'm the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts
I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor
It's just me and that dodo
But I'm trying to get that dojo
Ridin' dirty, ain't no hobo
It's just me strapped up like a GoPro
And I one deep; Han Solo
Hoes trying to capture me like a photo, hustle
All I need is two cups of drank
See me pulling pranks in my candy paint
Pull broads around me in crowds
Both tires when I hit the breaks
My hustle skills you can't debate
Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank
Till I'm dead and up in them clouds
Getting to the cake, man, fuck your faith
Riding outta state with a Texas plate
Speakers in the back be like an eighth
Crawl like a snake, boys gonna hate
But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait
Save the bullshit, I ain't gotta cape
All I got till I'm in the grave
Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle
Pack it up and send it all away 9 to 5
I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)
Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space
Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)
Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013
Boy, we gotta (hustle)
We gotta, we gotta (hustle)
You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle)
Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe
In the people that I was put in front of
And told that I had an opportunity to become a part of a
situation
That put me in a position to maybe
Some day break out of a small town
I guess I fell for the okey doke
I suppose I couldn't turn around in the hokey poke game
To see lames and other folks
Who thought joke was being played on me
Oh, where the story goes again
Here we go again, I'll again frown while the motherfuckers grin
I can hear the sound of the gate closing in
And I can feel the breeze of the hate blowing in
Cause they all wanna go sightseeing
Up in the Chevy and ride further in the wild
And they kinda wanna drive, even make a turn off a road
You ain't familiar with, enough to pay for the gas for a little
bit then
Before you know it, you got a best friend
But when he started off he was just hitchhiking
Should have heard when he said wolf for real
If you're chill, you'll find another one just like him
But it's hard as a motherfucker to say no
When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro
And everything that he's saying
He's saying to pay him close attention
So you put your hand low
Palms, out, opened, hoping
And you can even see that engine smoking
Plus all the money that he gave you owe him
Rearview mirrors all of them broken
Black boys, white boys, just a token
For the slot machine, and the gambling notion
Scamming and scoping, the animal inside
The cannibal chose him, me
I fell for another man's hustle
6.Catfish Billy
Way down this country road in a holler
Where they make that moonshine still
There's an old man on the porch on a shack
And the shack is where he lives
Round the town they call him Pa
It's Pa from on the hill
And every time Pa does slay a hog
You can hear that hoggy squeal
I'm from the belly of the Bible Belt
That motherfuckin' preacher's daughter's son
Where they can't find no woman, no man, no cousin, no friend
without a gun
Alabama, that is my home
But the trailer park has got my heart
Off in the hood, I at home
When I play in the woods after dark
You won't find me sober much
Always got the bottle of Jacky O
I take my sips
I talk my shit
And I fight anybody that wants to go
Tall and slim
Walk with a limp
Cause my nuts are oversized
Fuck your dope and your alcohol
Because your shit is overpriced
Hit the bootleg 24 before I'm 21 mathematics
Going to jail cause I'm drunk at Piggly Wiggly, dagnabbit
Cause I be here and I do my time
Cause I can't make bail on minimum wage
Nothing to do in the country but get drunk
And watch that pendulum sway
Back in the saddle again
Throw my middle finger up to the law
I ain't gotta rob nobody tonight
But I might do it just because
I am a nut, I get bored
Did some pills, but I want more
Fuck this world, fuck this town
If I fuck you once I fuck you sore
Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit goddamn
Pussy cunt bitch suck a cock
If you want some of this rockin roll
Take this pipe, suck this rock
Where's the fire, super-hot
Clean em' up, grab a mop
Cat Fish on my shit
Fuck with me you gonna get dropped
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy
You don't want it with me motherfucker
I promise I put you with the piranhas
Inside of a shallow swamp and then make you follow a boat
Full of drinking water and sing to you lullabies
While I'm sipping Coronas under umbrellas
Got a propeller
Sharp enough to eat through a two footed root of a tree
If it's under me
Then it's cool I keep movin'
So why do you think a fuckin' hater
Would lay a log in front of my boat
And put a stop to what I do buddy whatever
When I get up in the morning I think about
When it's all over they can put my body up in the river
With everything I did for the culture
Inside of a book and light a candle for my mama
Who got sick of the fucking fame
Immediately
Media will follow me to the end of the river
While the people around my body deliver
Rhythms and syllables relevant in my scripture
I'm a sick son of a bitch, do you get the picture？
My fucking name is
Catfish
Really though.
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy
7.Gangster Feat ASAP Rocky Big Henry
There must've been something about my careless upbringing
That got me into so much trouble at school and shit
Could've been the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid
I soaked up everything that I could from the people that stayed
at my house
Biker gangs, waking up to people that I didn't know crashed out
on my couch
Really didn't know at the time, that I didn't have a normal life
And when I took that attitude to a new neighborhood I had to
learn to fight
And respect from the kids like me was immediately minority
I guess it must've been that 'I don't give a fuck about none of
y'all' shit that sorted me
Out from the rest of the haves, and the have-nots took me in as
kin
Outcast, poor white trash, and that's where I learned to make my
friends
But I've always been a weirdo to my homie cause I wanted to go
be an entertainer
He was selling rock out his window
I was the rapper and my best friend was a...
Gangster, gangster, gangster
Aye, what we gettin' into tonight？
Step into the ride, lookin' through the eyes of a motherfuckin'
Gangster, gangster
So, am I gonna risk my life, to ride？
You're motherfuckin' right
When your best friend is a gangster
Danger, we pistol banging, another homicide
Rollin' in the Chevy, motherfucker, ride or die
Ridin' in the scraper low, it shake from side to side
If the paper low, his burner on his side, murder on his mind
Only 21 and still he strives to stay alive
Feelin' paranoia, too much pride to stay inside
Ain't no time to wait around, find the safest place to hide
Drop a chopper, lay you down, it's the fastest way to God
Grandmama tell him 'Son, you gotta pray to God'
Gamble with your life and then you gotta pay the price
Place your bet and roll the die, thank the Lord and pray to
Christ
'Cause you almost spent your life livin' as a young
motherfuckin'...
Ever look in the eyes of a G？
Cold, cold world that's what you gon' see
When the cash slow up, masks go on
Chevy slow up, that's what it's gon' be
Game so hot that a nigga might melt
OG stripes up under my belt
Do it by myself, I don't need no help
5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the left
Big Henry, bitch – nobody else
Ten toes down, march nigga, step!
If I pop that trunk I'm a pop me a chump
Leave a nigga slumped with his chin in his chest
Bang, bang, bang, nigga, real G shit
Half of these rappers ain't live like this
On behalf of the streets I live like this
Nobody really knows why it is like this
When it comes to a buck, I'm a mathematician
Go and hit the block like a car collision
Niggas talkin' money, you ain't starvin', is ya？
You start to lose weight like they pausing in ya
So go and idle down, my nigga, pardon a nigga
Fuck around and I'm a put a part in a nigga
Fuck around, I'm a pull apart the nigga
Applaud a nigga, straight from the block
Lord, my nigga, you know the game don't stop, that's...
8.Rhyme Room Feat Raekwon Killer Mike
Ayo I'm done selling drugs and buying keys on consignment
I'm about to buy a lab and purchase me a lion
Drug money is sucks, I'm the lux, drunk as a f-ck
Be going hard, bitch ass you butt
But still in all I gain I don't know no other way
I'm cooler than the M6 play
I run with drug niggas who ya one day
One pay, one K
Sun play, some spray
Half of these niggas underage
They came with the purple T
Grape shit, some call it gray
I call it revolutionizing in the mix
My money he man now
Was shakin, don't f-ck with them snakes
F-ckin with them fix hustle niggas is gay
If that's your thing, cold play
Don't get in my way
We got hack saws that smack jaws, betray me
Bout to get you more
What you in this for？ Aye chill
The official just late, give him his way
That's my nigga no big and give him his space
If they front on us we frontin back, piss in his face
Peace to the god, wussup？
More I'm late in the cut
Layin in the cut with a slut
Late in the cut on the peanut butter guts
With a slut but Brazilian, half to a but
Denzel coo, stand niggas stall like woo
Whippin that work like woo
Brick flat woo, brick flat woo
I'm penguin pussy goo
Since I wage in a brand new coup
Fuck niggas suck dick til you strangle
Therefore hatin on a real ass G
Like me talkin bout air got Anna
Say f-ck your bright but a nigga named Mike
F-ck nigga, yea I'm a king in Atlanta
You don't wanna be a new star round the TV channel
Talkin bout last scene in Atlanta
Bitch I take your life, sleep good that night
Crab crab legs in Savana
I'm so Tony Montana
Nose full of coke, M16, all black hammer
Put coke in the street, in a week everything jump back
Sweet Sweden and a can of Fanta
Polo polo had the flow ho
I got horses on pajamas
Yea, late night I might take flight
With 3 hoes like my name Santa
Yea yea, I drive a Chevy and I treat it like a Phantom
I bought a '96 Impala and I named it MJG
'Cause we pimp hard and we pimp hard
And a bitch can't ride for free
Gone
Peace to the gods
Way to hit the breaks home boy
You about to fall asleep in the car
Run a red light on me motherfucker
I'mma pull the Chevy over and reach in the glove
Speak from the blood
Kin folk, you don't wanna see my pin though
You don't wanna see me unplugged
If I pull a 9 out, over night I'll sign out
You should know I gets a bug in the rug
Get the buzz on drugs and chug a jug of sauce til I bust the
goods
Man I could make a deacon dirty when I speak
I'm murdering, I make a mean mugging cause
When I lean in the cut
Listen, this 30 yard 6 when your out of that window
Tiers in the mud
Got the soul of an old man, I can feel the love
So call me daddy, lay my balls on the cag
'Cause I drive em nuts
Don't follow in envy if you ain't following where
'Cause I'm about grinding plus
These songs that I write got life, I can sick em on tree
They did grow target
Takin more lefs to the boys in the Bronx
I'm losing heroin
Let em go ball, just give em more weed
Dollars in the kitchen, povery
Did I forget to mention I'm an emcee？
That I have to prove it on BET
And cyphered twice but that just might be
I know
So radioactive, had a couple of radio attempts
But I don't wanna be radioactive anymore now
Than I wanna jump off a cliff
This I promise,
Catfish Billy, you can put Trunk Muzik in the picture frame
You ain't gotta tell me that I made a mistake and some of that
shit was lame
But all I wanna do is say fuck that shit and please accept my
change
I was on the tryna people please
So people please, know my name
Now back to the metaphors
It's better for me to settle scores instead of more self-loathe
And I put tags on toes
And like I'm in the morgue and I'm giving no pedicure
Said a story now go on and set the melanol
Set sail on a pale horse with a sword
Yea me behold, in a white Caprice classic, pedal to the floor
Flime of the seed in my pants
'Cause I need what I need
I believe that I can go achieve what I came to achieve
And I leave you and you with the new CD in your hands
Put it in, put it in, let the 808 fill that space
Any kind of high never feels this great
You can feel the taste, you can see that smell
You can touch the moon when you hear that bass
Thank God that I got this gift, damn right and I won't shut up
But the gray hair fall down like an OG, damn right and I won't
cut em
Man, I'm on my shit
Life is a trip when I'm jumpin over cracks in the road
Say what you want to about this white boy
But I know the truth and rap's in his soul.
9.Fame
(Intro)
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
(Verse)
Running like a fool I got a demo tape
Headin to a label on a low key dope race
Gotta be on time, gotta go do show phase
Kinky lick, gotta go for cold tape
Man they sure want me to do a song for the whole place
Without a microphone, DJ and no stage
Someone put my products on my pockets of jose
Knowin inside of my heart these people are so fake
Pictures of New York, skyliners are back dropped
23 floor up, pound lookin at cap tops
I'm so fuckin nervous that I can't even act now
Thinkin jumpin out this window ain't such a bad drop
Smakin the black top cuz I'm on the have a lot
I'm just a have not
This in my time and am I lookin at that watch
It could be the end of it all, maybe my last shot
But I got a funny feeling it ain't right
I tell my manager but he just thinkin it's stage fright
Minus the fuckin sweat that's drippin off of my face
I realize if I do it then it's only for a price
Doin my cookin, add a ho with a big bite
Em other be kitchen, dealin for late night
Do they realize I'm in terrible shape right？
Can't even afford to get my little boy a bike
I sit down in front of LA Lee
The president of death, you ain't the boss performin
Into my left a KP and 30 of egganaughts who walk foreign
He say Yelawolf is an emcee from Alabama
Yelawolf you can have the floorin
I told him if you wanna see me seen
Come catch me tourin but I ain't performin for the fame
(Bridge)
It's just like that
Fame fame fame
I lost a deal with Death Jam
Fame fame fame
And I went home on Christmas broke
I didn't know what the fuck to do man
Fame fame fame
Shit
Fame fame fame
(Hook 1)
Money comes and goes just like the falling rain
Frederico go get outside and collect the change
Someday we'll look back and think what have we gained？
And the whole we can say
More than fame
(Verse)
What's the use in complainin about the decision I made if it's
rainin
Then fuck it, pull the umbrella out, haters entertaining
I'mma ball for them focused
Got a lot of shows I gotta go hit
In the back of my mind I'm thinkin did I blow it？
But you notice all the people you roll with are losing their
focus because of my ego
'Cause I'm hopeless, won't listen to nobody
They sit and go on about how I won't make it
You won't make it
I keep fuckin up relationships with executive folks
With these checks to cut for deals, I'd be broke and
Stuck in the south with nothing but my old shit
And no new whips, new house, new clothes
New dough, you know you gotta go face it
Look er in the eye, say I'm sorry for fucking up
These rappers are coming up
What you gonna do about it？
Just sit back and watch em and get up and make a move about it,
be about it
See it's about the way you committed, now you gotta go and get
it
I got a question
Are fuckin up？ Answer
Fuck yea
I ain't about to be another white boy stuck here
Hit the road, do any fuckin show that I could get overseas
Let's go Canada, let's go south by south-west
Yelawolf expo, kill that, made it mine
Focus, let's roll
Never lay when the mama tryin to get a hold
None of em have me, and here come Interscope
(Interlude)
Yea
Then I got a deal
You know？
I don't know
I guess integrity goes a long way man
Gotta know when to hold em, know when to fold em
Shady Records
So american
(Hook 2)
Just give me some place that I can hang
Somewhere way back in the back to drink a drink
You ain't gotta tell me that I ain't the same old same
I've seen some things
We won't change
(Hook 1)
Money comes and goes just like the falling rain
Frederico go get outside and collect the change
Someday we'll look back and think what have we gained？
And the whole we can say
More than fame
10.Tennessee Love
I must be Jim Morrison, to get a motherfucking girl like you,
Don't know what I did in my past life, but it must have been
something cool,
Cause I'm a whiskey drinking, thought provoking, cigarette
smoking dude,
I got a problem with my attitude, it's hard for me to keep cool,
But when I look at you, I see me, a reflection of a real soul,
So part of me, if I may seem loose and out of control,
It ain't the drink talking, it's me talking, fuck if everyone
knows.
You my girl and that's that, so hop on the back of this bike and
roll.
Let's roll now.
I'd never let someone straight up disrespect you.
I'd never let someone call you out your name.
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you.
'Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same.
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville,
Build a studio in the house and do our thing,
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee Love.
Can't you see that my hands are shaking？
Withdrawals from alcohol,
Ain't no use in us fucking,
But it's our life, ain't it baby？
So ain't no use in us taking, a chance with it,
So I promise that I'll work on my patience.
Someday, if we get lucky,
And we grow and get old,
We'll look back, and laugh about the circus and the show.
But for now, we live it up, we spend it up, and we go,
To the last call in every bar in this town,
Turn the lights on and close, you and me now.
When I first met you I was so broke,
And I tried to hide behind the Alabama pines,
Prayin' that you didn't know, about my problems,
'Cause I couldn't, bear to see you go,
And when you found out, all that happened,
Your little heart was broke,
And I had to earn it back,
And I learned in fact,
That money don't fix that shit,
Not tattoos and I love you's,
It's trust that I had to get.
I'm sorry that I ever hurt you,
For anything that I did,
Can I put this ring on your finger,
Let you know that I'm serious, marry me now.
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