Lyrics Bryce Fox – Cold hearted It’s somewhere north of Florida A little west of Georgia At my best, you’re not impressed ‘Cause I’m a loser Both my wings are frozen, cold like Minnesota Pinned between the boulders with the rest.(cold hearted) But I try, I try not to need you Like you need me And I try, and I try not to need you Like you need me. I’m sick and tired of living in LA Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade I need a place to go with the seasons Where no one out has a reason to beRead More →

I was drivin’ through Georgia in late July On a day hot enough to make the devil sigh I saw a homemade sign writtin’ in red Rhine county watermelon festival ahead Well, I wasn’t in a hurry so I slowed down Took a two lane road to a one horse town There was a party goin’ on when I got there I heard a welcome speech from a small town mayor He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink Don’t drive do theRead More →

"Well, I remember it all very well lookin’ back It was the summer that I turned eighteen. We lived in a one-room, run down shack On the outskirts of New Orleans. We didn’t have money for food or rent To say the least we was hard-pressed When Momma spent every last penny we had To buy me a dancin’ dress. Well, Momma washed and combed and curled my hair, Then she painted my eyes and lips. Then I stepped into the satin dancin’ dress. It had a split in the side clean up to my hips. It was red, velvet-trimmed, and it fit me goodRead More →

[Verse 1] Ridin’ down red dirt Drivin’ in a white truck Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky Tired eyed kids playin’ in a sprinkler Daddy drinkin’ cold bud light Talk about a big life In a small town, ain’t got a lot But we sure found what we were looking for Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop Levi denim blue eyes Bottle rockets blowin’ up Hot dogs servin’ up It ain’t even fourth of july That’s just how it is ’round here and we love it We wouldn’t trade it all in for nothin’ more [Chorus] Ohhh It’s in the song, baby can’t you feelRead More →

Hoverin’ by my suitcase Tryin’ to find a warm place to spend the night A heavy rain a fallin’ Seems I hear your voice callin’ "It’s all right" A rainy night in Georgia A rainy night in Georgia I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world Neon signs a flashin’ Taxi cabs and busses passin’ through the night The distant moanin’ of a train Seems to play a sad refrain to the night A rainy night in Georgia A rainy night in Georgia I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world How many times I’ve wondered It still comes out the same No matter howRead More →

L.A. proved too much for the man (Too much for the man, he couldn’t make it) So he’s leaving a life he’s come to know, ooh (He said he’s going) He said he’s going back to find (Going back to find) Ooh, what’s left of his world The world he left behind not so long ago He’s leaving (Leaving) On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah (Leaving on the midnight train) Said he’s going back (Going back to find) To a simpler place and time, oh yes he is (Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side) I’ll be withRead More →

[Intro] Wait for it, wait for it Wait for it, wait for it Wait for it, wait for it Wait for it, wait for it [Verse 1] Theodosia writes me a letter every day I’m keeping the bed warm while her husband is away He’s on the British side in Georgia He’s trying to keep the colonies in line Well he can keep all of Georgia Theodosia, she’s mine [Chorus 1] Love don’t discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep lovin’ anyway We laugh and we cry and we break And we make ourRead More →

I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there Start at the hammer I ain’t talking ’bout astrology For any pussy doubted, bitch you oweRead More →

[Refrain: EarthGang] Can’t call it, can’t call it I never came from deep pockets Why can’t I make a deposit? Can’t call it, uh, can’t call it Yeah, can’t call it, I can’t call it I never came from deep pockets Why can’t I make a deposit? Can’t call it, yeah, I can’t call it [Hook: J. Cole] Oh, I had so many days of crying Oh, I had so many days of pain Have you ever been as sad as I am? Lord, I ask if anything would change? I can see the future that we’re heading I would say it’s better not toRead More →

[Verse One] You got a couple dollars in your pocket It’s 10 o’clock in the morning Well, do you remember what you’re talking? Well alright, no problem [Hook] Yeah When it goes flying on by Yeah I remember back when I [Chorus] When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones The fact that I don’t see no home, yeah, I’ve been laying low Whatever kept me up those nights, I’ll never know Yeah, that’s how it goes [Verse Two] I don’t want no stories Come on at meRead More →

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor Only after listening to the country countdown He remembers all the 3 court sessions Giving lessons, never guessing We go from dive bars to sold out He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it Ain’t that what it’s all about What it’s all about, yeah All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud Roll them windows down All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Wanna give them that sound Everybody’sRead More →

[Pre-Hook: Jeezy] I put them Os in the microwave But ye ain’t ’bout that there Talk a whole brick of white today But ye ain’t ’bout that there Got a that Muller on my wrist today But ye ain’t ’bout that there You made me fuck your bitch today ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there [Hook: Jeezy] Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there [Verse 1] Star let the hammer go, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout astrologyRead More →

I put them Os in the microwave But ye ain’t ’bout that there Talk a whole brick of white today But ye ain’t ’bout that there Got a that Muller on my wrist today But ye ain’t ’bout that there You made me fuck your bitch today ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there Star let the hammer go, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout astrology For any pussy gotta bitch youRead More →

I put them Os in the microwave But ye ain’t ’bout that there Talk a whole brick of white today But ye ain’t ’bout that there Got a that Muller on my wrist today But ye ain’t ’bout that there You made me fuck your bitch today ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there Star let the hammer go, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout astrology For any pussy gotta bitch youRead More →

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor Only after listening to the country countdown He remembers all the 3 court sessions Giving lessons, never guessing We go from dive bars to sold out He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it Ain’t that what it’s all about What it’s all about, yeah All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud Roll them windows down All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Wanna give them that sound Everybody’sRead More →

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor Only after listening to the country countdown He remembers all the 3 court sessions Giving lessons, never guessing We go from dive bars to sold out He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it Ain’t that what it’s all about What it’s all about, yeah All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud Roll them windows down All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Wanna give them that sound Everybody’sRead More →

[Hook: Don Q] We the hottest niggas, no discussion Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing They say they got it but I know they bluffing Come here baby, come and show me something Give me head, make it wet and sloppy I promise baby I won’t tell nobody Fuck what them other hoes said about me If you love me baby you should never doubt me Now give me that groupie love Now I need that groupie love Now give me that groupie love Come here and give me that groupie love Just give me that groupie love I come to your cityRead More →

[Intro] When I was on drugs so bad, you know, I talked different I was drinking lean like crazy everyday, I was out my mind [Hook] Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything Fast cars, bad bitches, weed and promethazine Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling [Verse 1] Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’mRead More →

[Intro] Peace up! Ya’ll know what it is Yeah, man BlackSox It’s Usher baby Yeah Just a little warm up [Verse 1] I was out in the city of ATL, where we steady keep it popping We got them Georgia peaches so sweet that you want to bite them And we got the hardest slang that bang from every city Does anybody know how to make it rain? We keep that carpet green in the city, the saddle in the traffic You ever got a problem, homie? We make you feel unstopped Oh, no, yes, sir So when you see me in the club, partnerRead More →

[Luke] Don’t need a hotel or a high-rise, a big ol’ boat with a fancy name Don’t need a backseat Don’t need no rusty truck bed We can leave that dust on that ol’ porch swing Let’s get tangled in the tassels of some ten foot corn Tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn Get lost out in the rye grass Lay a blanket in the beets Tear up some turnip greens on some river bottom ground Or find some muscadines up on a hill Baby, love me in a field Now we got that California king In the back of thatRead More →