Lyrics:
Sing Your Way Home

picture her smiling And if you feel that way go ahead and kiss your baby Now we've got the whole stadium in love like that Homie, kiss your girl, shorty, kiss your

behind And moscow girls make me sing and shout That georgia's always on my mind Show me 'round your snow peaked mountains way down south Take me to your daddy's farm Let me hear your

I love the way look and put your ass out i wanna fuck you but i cant even lie about baby i dont no why u cry about when we talk about leaving this world

Stop, now think about it [Bridge 2 - B.o.B] I've been to London, I've been to Paris Even way out there in Tokyo Back home down in Georgia, to New Orleans

knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows Yeah, nobody knows, the way it's gonna be The way

a little too famous to shoot these pranksters All of these rap singers claimin' they bangers Doin' all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers Disrespectin' the game, no home

Hold your head up high you know you've Come a long way, a long way Tainted as a fugitive with nothing left to say Temptation may come hope your vision

Any way you want it That's the way you need it Any way you want it She said, Any way you want it That's the way you need it Any way you want it Na

of the coke rap I'm dancing with the stars stepping on blow doing the toe-tap The dope return like I had it on Lo-Jack It made its way home like a road