Birmingham to Jackson Vicksburg to Ruston Girl, you know I miss you when I'm gone The sunshine on your bare feet Your toenails painted hot pink And running
She came from the middle of nowhere A sleepy Pennsylvania town Her mother held her guilty for so long Till she finally put those burdens down He spent
A sharp pain in my soul no cars on the county road i cant stand to be a goin home im so mad, im so alone i made some big mistakes i cant take back
I'm always hoping for a good time never happens on a tuesday night two weeks and I'm hearing the same play the same rhythm for most of my life I hear
I saw you walk in here with that guitar in your hand I thought I might ask you what you might be playin' Just one more question Well, I know you gotta
My first show was at a dead end bar down on College Street I was proud to play for nothing back when I was seventeen I swore my dreams were over when
There's a late night diner on the south side of town That pretty girls on Friday should never hang around But the lady two seats over is sitting there
I pull up my hood. Remember that long bus trip when I needed a nap?, I used you as a pillow on that Spanish lady's lap. I love you sweeeeatshirt red hooded
: (feat. Trey Songz, Juvenile & Lil Wayne) [Intro:] Wisha, wisha, wisha wannnn It's B Gizzle (Heard me) (Cut the music up, Ya that's good) Too Hood
serve a god that's so graciuos but, ain't nobody talking to a brother that's incomplascent ey we ran until he call us dawg like adam we fallin dawg
with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?) And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood
game of death and you're guarenteed to lose [Mastamind] Play your cards right, tonight's helter skelter The cards I dealt ya ain't good, find shelter in your hood
Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch Rollin up imperial in dickie material All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up Stacy Adams
: (feat. Adam Levine of Maroon 5) Mr. West [echoes] [Kanye West] Uh, Yeah, Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah [Piano drops] And I heard 'em say, nothin
frisch poliert Kuck auf die Goldkette ? da gibt es nichts zu diskutieren Kuck auf die Goldkette ? sie zeigt dem Betrachter an Kollegah ist wie Adam ?
I'm all that, yes I'm all that You ask how? hmph, I'm all that now I'm all of that, yes I'm all that Strolling through your hood with a base-ball bat
got I got I got I got your back boy (I know you got my back right) Keep my swagger Keep it looking good for ya Keep it looking hood for ya Shawty if you
d been in that casket According to the doctor I could of died in traffic Bounce right back on them bitches like Magic Abra-cadabra I'm up like Viagra I just do this shit for my click like Adam