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| 3:42 |
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| 3:31 |
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| 3:51 | 
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Welcome home
Where the faucets drip at night Welcome home Where the screen door don't hang right Welcome home The only place you'll ever fight Because you love Over and over again Chicken on the grill; hole in the wall where I got ill Comin home late smellin like a still; Mom waited up to get in my grill I swear my dad caught me becomin a man Came with the bail money; did the best he can A cross on the wall; a bible on the table Under a full moon, drinkin the black label Standin on a screened-in porch that lean Chiefin the good leaf; feelin the breeze Momma said everyday hit your knees And give thanks that you're alive Oh, take it to the house Take it to the house; take it to the Take it to the Take it to the house Welcome home Where the faucets drip at night Welcome home Where the screen door don't hang right Welcome home The only place you'll ever fight Because you love Over and over again Think about the years Troubles of the world don't matter here Talk about chevrolets over a beer Don't gotta worry about what I hear Because ya know its all said in love Sometimes pushin comes to shove And we forgive, but we don't forget And its okay to be full of it Cuz we all know who we messin with Car in the yard over run by weeds I remember when I used to climb that tree When I was young and dumb Oh Oh, take it to the house Take it to the house; take it to the Take it to the; take it to the house Welcome home Where the faucets drip at night Welcome home Where the screen door don't hang right Welcome home The only place you'll ever fight Because you love Over and over again What a beautiful day Lookin back and thinkin bout the people that I'm missin You can hear 'em in the breeze and the trees if ya listen Some are in the ground and some are in prison Now I remember momma hangin clothes on the line Way back before I opened my mind And got hip to the guilt, hard times, and fear And I'm just damn glad to be here Welcome home Where the faucets drip at night Welcome home Where the screen door don't hang right Welcome home The only place you'll ever fight Because you love Over and over again |
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| 3:24 |
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She got a body like a God almighty
Hot as a pistol Drinkin' liquor out the bottle Got a friend named Crystal Done away with the past She left it dead in the Chevy My little runaway Whinnie Got my back and she ready Booty shorts in beetle Tramp stamp with Adidas And I think she tryin' to bust my speakers She grew up around the corner, father was a stoner Mother been gone since shorty was around 10 Now she's 'bout 19, cussin' like a sailor Smokin' (a Capri), and sippin' up on her Jager Flippin' off the cops, tell her stop, But she don't care Says she just want to have a little fun, no fair Got her feet up on the dash Laughin', smokin' up my stash Says she don't care where we goin' Just as long as we're goin' fast [Chorus] And she knows I love her And I'd do anything for her She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with 12-pack right beside her And when it all goes down, she'll still be around Even if I don't wife her My little rideout chick, tough little bitch Swear she got it goin' on Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me Just as long as I don't take her home And we high, and she bumpin' T.I. Ain't she somethin' She fly, and she loves me She says but she lies And she steals, and she drinks like a man She got moves Watch her work it and drop it Wiggle, jiggle, and pop it And she's kinda spacey, maybe little crazy Throwin' beer cans at the speed limit signs While we whippin' through the back roads Young, but she acts old Head out the window to let her long hair blow Wants to go out to Vegas to make us some big dough Pedal to the floor baby, careful what you ask for Got her feet up on the dash Laughin', smokin' up my stash Says she don't care where we goin' just as long as we're goin' fast [Chorus] And she knows I love her And I'd do anything for her She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with 12-pack right beside her And when it all goes down, she'll still be around Even if I don't wife her My little rideout chick, tough little bitch Swear she got it goin' on Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home We're like Mickey and Mallory, Whilin' out on the run Hate it for whoever gotta Clean up the mess when we're done We're fuckin' shots at the moon Tearin' up motel rooms We set the night on fire Just for the smell of the fumes She got my back, I got hers Her bond is left, and not words Livin' life on the edge Fast as we can in a blur She's my rideout chick And the chick don't snitch We gon' run it til the wheels fall off in this bitch [Chorus] And she knows I love her And I'd do anything for her She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with 12-pack right beside her And when it all goes down, she'll still be around Even if I don't wife her My little rideout chick, tough little bitch Swear she got it goin' on Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with 12-pack right beside her And when it all goes down, she'll still be around Even if I don't wife her My little rideout chick, tough little bitch Swear she got it goin' on Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home |
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