Sometimes it gets so confusin' That I don't know where I am But I always know who I'm with I'm with the band Lord, I was born with a suitcase in my hand
it get so confusing That i dont know where i am But i always know who im with Im with the band Cheep whickey midnightr Another round with my friends
Translation: Little Big Town. I'm With The Band.
Sometimes it get so confusing That i dont know where i am But i always know who im with Im with the band Cheep whickey midnightr Another round with
there, everybody raving One day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a big, long, fat, cigar Said, "C'mere son, I'm gonna
[Big Boi] Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
thump your freak I come to your town, I'm not under I want your name and your telephone number You think I'm faking, but I'll call We only got one night
tour bus We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us Wildin', bustin' big bags of Ruffles Show money, rubber banded up in the duffle With
your grind on Come get introduced to my home Yo, yo, the penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip I
But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood I never change, might be a little busy though A little nigga from a big ass city yo I love the dough Give
If I was a balloon I'd be like.... If I was Alyssa Milano I'd be fucking Joe Bruce If I was a radio DJ I'd probably say, point 103 If I was a richie
an' everywhere I go Some bitch ass nigga tryin' to steal my flow But I don't pay 'em no attention, oh, should I mention I'm all about the money an' riddin
your head" I said, "That's the blueprint left by the coal A little more and I'd been dead" Well, I love the rumble and I love the dark I love the cool
radio And I swore some day I was gonna go Down Highway 10 past Lafayette To Baton Rouge and I won't forget To send you a card with my regrets 'Cause I'm
I'm glad that he did Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town I thought he was a hero and I used to follow Clayton around I often wondered why Clayton
knows I'm already good on the ground Most of us stay strong, shit don't really bound us I can go on my own making bombs with rubber bands Have my hard
I saw a little town that some big twister tore apart And people came from miles around just to help their neighbors out And I was thinkin' to myself I'm
