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Written by Travis Tritt

Girl I know you see me
As a man who's strong and never filled with doubt
But your love gives me courage
You don't realize I
It was supposed to be so easy...

Just take back the DVD
Withdraw that extra money
Tell mum I wouldn't be back for tea
Then grab my savings
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes
yeh
True Love, you can't buy it - no, no
You know it ain't like nothin' else
True Love, you really ought to try it
You owe it to yourself to get ya
Nigga like me be smokin' while I'm drivin'
Gettin' higher than the Bee Gee's, sayin' we both just stayin' alive and
Watchin' the time go by, climbin'
'cause I'ma floor wrecka
you can't give more 'cause you're a poor stepper
watch me shift gears here's an example
the oraginal tramp is gonna trample
you would come slide in me and confide in me
He could tell that I was wifey material
He was liking my style in my videos
I wasn't looking for love I
and confide in me

He could tell that I was wifey material
He was liking my style in my videos
I wasn't looking for love I was looking for a buzz
So at times I
of chicks 

Videos with the baddest hoes, sucking dick 

It's the dog in me that makes me do wrong 

And knees can't help but get strong 

Cause
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
real punks
It's just like when disco, killed the funk
Can't tell me nothin', when I know I'm right
Like a bowlegged bitch with a overbite, that suck it
fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear
him (uh)
Open like a window no more indo look at a video (uh)
Sayin' to myself that could've been yo a** on the tv

Believe me it could be done
sumthin', 
Can't say nothin', 
Champagne bubblin', 
Backseat lovin', 
Ain't no need to come face me, 
I've got the goods to have you goin' crazy, 
We
got somethin
An that I squat somethin nice, pop somethin nice
Up in the air so elegant
You can tell I pimp but that's irrelavent
An I can tell by
fallin' I can't get up 
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up 
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up 
Get me back on my feet so I can
that sell 
Cause the Tech don't smell ya, Tech gon tell ya

Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
to 
Pictures of bitches and flicks of chicks 
Videos with the baddest hoes, sucking dick 
It's the dog in me that makes me do wrong 
Hunnies can't help but
will live forever, my fame will be maintained
Now some can't feel this, and some feel can't that
But all can feel a track that's produced by Battlecat
So
wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got
Well, I stop by Dixie's half a dozen times a day
I ain't there for super duper deals or the famous fried steak
Dixie's daughter is hotter than a hound
can't
I don't feed a ho shit nothin' but dick and candy paint
I love it when they say they saints, bitch you must be from New Orleans
I'm from
Like what it's gonna be like when you get closer to your dreams
I didn't know much then but, probably tell you a lil' somethin' now

Mr. Big
wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got
the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha 
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with