Lyrics:
lonesome and blue
Just think that someone somewhere
Might be singin' about you
So who knows if I'll ever see her again
Maybe we'll see this whole time
She
Hey buddy, who is that, who is that whoah
What a good looking little guy
Hello Chris, hey Chris this is mom, hey Chris dad
Just uh checking in see
a Drac', I made it home safe
Baseball numbers on all of my contracts
Big and them buddies, they all on my contacts
I get you hit on GP, they grow nothin'
The last time I saw you
It was bad and I hurt you
I shouldn't have done that
On that path with our friends
It quietly killed you
The drive home
Give me someone to talk to
Not someone blue
I'm getting lonesome here
Waiting for you
So when you need some sympathy remember I may not be
The same
taking shots at you
"Cause you're an animal, oh
Here we go, Alabama's own buddy
Chroming eh? And I'm in the zone now
Everybody, bringing 'em home baby
says it's a guy thing
A guy thing tidies up his mess
hopefully, he'll be back home
At the end of the day we're
only lonely people
Can't believe you
chose
Chorus:
Backyard Pain
Front yard beef
Just came home with a fresh black eye my G
Seeing these fights all week
Buddy got jumped in the locker room
He
the sick and cold
That's all I really need, I wanna be good at being alone
Chase my demons off with something stiff
Find my blues inside a holy wish
Oh, but
I rise at six and then I feed the chicks,
And I'm feeling lonesome and blue,
And when I milk the cow it seems, somehow,
My thoughts keep
the dark of the night see a bright blue light
They go hadda send him home in the evening
I spy with my eye
Spy with my eye
Another nigga, another nigga
just wishin I could be that guy
I need your touch. When without it I'm feeling rough,
each day I get by feelings high reminiscing on all the times
we'd
Heads up my brothers you'll remember him well
That pain will find a home even though it hurts like hell
Take comfort in kinship and hold on to that
wanna come home to you wrapped up in my letterman
I just wanna see them blue eyes, white shirt, blue skies
Hanging with you all day long giving this a new
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Throwing up at the thoughts
Wondering why please don't go ma
I want her safe
I want her home
Who makes my meals
I call it home
No more
Coke boy
Rope boy
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
Yeah buddy i got a cold and all that shit
Show you how hard I work
I really, I really go in man
This is from the heart, this is from the soul
Hahaha
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
me when I’m feeling lonesome and blue
But I’ll return it back to you
When I’m gone, I never really left
It takes a little more than death
It takes
plan to do
Gonna love you deeply, don't need no other clue
Bring it on home
Walking down this lonesome road tonight
I'm searching for a place where I
If you keep on with the Sweet Home on the speakers.
Keep on with the homegrown blue jeaners
Cut off too short like it's hot on the porch
If
Smacked in your mouth by a nigga rockin' six rings
24 karat, all gold, like a young king
These niggas playin' both parts like Regina King
Dick in
dance by (I'll take you home)
And I know you're wondering what you'll do if he doesn't come back to you
But, don't worry, I'll take you home so, little
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