Back On 74 - Jungle

Oh man, oh man, oh man Not again Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley You can never check me Back to back for the niggas that didn't get the message Back to back like I'm on the cover of Lethal Weapon Back to back like I'm Jordan '96, '97 Whoa, very important and very pretentious When I look back I might be mad that I gave this attention Yeah, but it's weighin' heavy on my conscience Yeah, and fuck, you left a boy no options I wanna see my niggas go insane You gon' make me step out of my fuckin' frame You gon' make me buy bottles for Charlamagne You gon' make me go out of my fuckin' way I waited four days, nigga, where y'all at? I drove here in the Wraith playin' AR-AB I'm not sure what it was that really made y'all mad But I guess this is what I gotta do to make y'all rap I mean woah, can't fool the city, man, they know what's up Second floor Tootsies, gettin' shoulder rubs This for y'all to think that I don't write enough They just mad cause I got the midas touch You love her, then you gotta give the world to her Is that a world tour or your girl's tour? I know that you gotta be a thug for her This ain't what she meant when she told you to open up more Yeah, trigger fingers turn to twitter fingers Yeah, you gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga I'm not the type of nigga that'll type to niggas And shout-out to all my boss bitches wife-in niggas Make sure you hit him with the prenup Then tell that man to ease up I did another one, I did another one You still ain't did shit about the other one I got the drink in me goin' back to back Yeah, goin' back to back I got the drink in me goin' back to back Yeah, I'm goin' back to back I don't wanna hear about this ever again Not even when she tell 'em that they better as friends Not even when you sayin', "Drizzy, tell 'em again" I been puttin' on a show, it was a sell out event Oh, you need better seatin' I didn't wanna do it, gave me every reason The point I'm tryna make is I don't ever need 'em Seen what you'd do for fame or what you'd do for freedom Please, check 'em for a wire or a earpiece Please, please do not let these niggas near me Please, think before you come for the great one Please, who's a real nigga and who ain't one? Please, somebody stop me I'm talkin' bousy and gwanin wassy I got the fest in five days and it's my shit Soon as a nigga hit the stage, they gon' They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back Yeah, they want it back to back They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back I took a break from Views, now it's back to that, nigga

Tomatoes on the vine, elderberry wine Last week's clothes dryin' on the line Momma in the kitchen, daddy down the hall Bourbon on the table, Jesus on the wall Front porch, back porch, crickets in the trees Plowin' up the garden, puttin' down the seed Build a little scarecrow, stringin' up the beans Prayin' for the sunshine, pullin' up the weeds Back, I'm bringin' country back Back where it belongs, back on track I think ol' Hank would like it like that I got my boots, I got my hat I'm bringin' country back Pickup truck, four-wheel drive Catfish dinner on a Saturday night Shirt tail in Sunday, dinner on the ground Back in time for football, pour another round Back, I'm bringin' country back Back where it belongs, back on track Yeah, I think ol' Hank would like it like that I got my boots, I got my hat Lord, I'm bringin' country back Two-step, three-step, dancin' in line Gas up that old John Deere, take her for a ride Cruisin' 'round the court square every Friday night Ride out in the country, see the lightnin' bugs light Find a little June bug, tie him on a string Fly him in a circle 'til your head begins to swing Patch an old tire tube, float it down the stream Blue jeans, prom queens, homemade ice cream Back, I'm bringin' country back Back where it belongs, back on track Yeah, I think ol' Hank would like it like that I got my boots, I got my hat I'm bringin' country back Strum a little guitar, pick an old song Grandma on the banjo, family sings along Baby makes the cornbread, sister makes the tea Dance a little jig 'round the kitchen with me Back, I'm bringin' country back Back where it belongs, back on track Yeah, I think ol' Hank would like it like that I got my boots, I got my hat Lord, I'm bringin' country back Fishin' in a Jon boat, giggin' in the dark Eatin' watermelon on a table in the yard Chicken in a brown bag, picnic in the park Draggin' up the hay bales, stack 'em in the barn you all Songs about heartbreak, pair of swingin' doors Ridin' on the tailgate, sawdust on the floors Jukebox, tater tots, prayin' on our knees Andy on the TV, lovin' on Aunt Bee Back, yeah, I'm bringin' country back Back where it belongs, back on track Yeah, I think ol' Hank would like it like that I got my boots, I got my hat I'm bringin' country back Workin' for a livin', proud to pay the man Wake up every mornin' happy that we can Yes sir, yes ma'am, stand up for the flag Thank the Lord in Heaven for the freedom that we have Back, yeah, I'm bringin' country back Back where it belongs, back on track Yeah, I think ol' Hank would like it like that I got my boots, I got my hat I'm bringin' country back (Ooh, yeah)

From the moment the lights went off Everything had changed Lie awake in an empty room In my head it all feels the same Like the taste of the day you left That still lingers on my breath And the dampness of tears that left The stain where you had wept All alone with the negligee That still hangs off of my bed I keep meaning to give it away But I just leave it there instead No need to cry about it I cannot live without it Every time I wind up back at your door Why do you do this to me? You penetrate right through me Every time I wind up back at your door 3 more days til I see your face I'm afraid it's far too much Cook a meal and fix up the place Dial your number, hang it up If I took you for granted I apologize for acting tough You're my reason for living And there's no way I'm giving up, oh Don't need to cry about it I cannot live without it Every time I wind up back at your door Why do you do this to me? You penetrate right through me Every time I wind up back at your door Now every evening is a bitter fight And I'm eating home alone on a Friday night And I know what your friends say "He's just wasting your love and time" I will never let you change your mind No need to cry about it I cannot live without it Every time I wind up back at your door Why do you do this to me? You penetrate right through me Every time I wind up back at your door No need to cry about it I may just die without it Every time I wind up back at your door Why do you do this to me? You penetrate right through me Every time I wind up back at your door Every time I wind up back at your door Every time I wind up back at your door

DJ Matt-D E o brabo tem nome Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah, woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada, ah, ah Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah-woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada Ah, ah, ah, tá, tá, ah (baby, baby) Ah, tá, tá, baby, ah, ah, ah, ah