No shirt, no shoes
Its just me and my girl up in the room
No lights, no tunes
Windows closed, we just doin what we do
Motion pictures on the screen
Backwoods gettin blown to the breeze
They know its Bones when Im steppin on the scene
Blade in my jeans, blunt guts in my tee
Creepin through the dark, if you need to find me
Young white punk from my head to my feet
My mama know I love her but I know just what she see
A little boy gettin high, rappin on beats
No diploma to my name, was barely sixteen
Dropped out, left home, now these bitches on me
No shirt, no shoes
Its just me and my girl up in the room
No lights, no tunes
Windows closed, we just doin what we do
No shirt, no shoes
Its just me and my girl up in the room
No shirt, no shoes
Young Nick Lachey, grippin on my blade
Trynna catch a fade, you know where to find me
Alleyway creep, motherfuck a week
Im smokin all year and I put that on me
They see just how I rap and they think Im actin black
But what the fuck that mean, bitch, Im ridin in the back
Still with my brothers, your bitch, she under covers
Tell her Wake me up when the Backwood burnin
Earth stay turnin, blunt gets shorter
I just hope Ill live to show my father what Im doin
I just need to know if you trynna roll
Gotta let me know, any second I can go
If I die tonight, I just hope you know I love you
I just hope you know how I really feel about you
If I die tonight, I just hope you know I love you
I just hope you know how I really feel about you
No shirt, no shoes
Its just me and my girl up in the room
No lights, no tunes
Windows closed, we just doin what we do
No shirt, no shoes
Its just me and my girl up in the room
No lights, no tunes
Windows closed, we just doin what we do
If I die tonight, I just hope you know I love you
I just hope you know how I really feel about you
If I die tonight, I just hope you know I love you
I just hope you know how I really feel about you
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