Yes Yeah Suffering for the Lord is not an easy thing Be it a conjuring So ordained and adored, so immaculate Ooh, so worth the debt I'm your rock, baby I won't back down I'm your rock, baby Ask yourself, ooh Are you righteous? Yes You want to play with the sire? (Yes) You want a view from the spire? (Yes) You want a seat by the pyre? And never ever suffer again Yes Yeah Yeah Sacrifice for the horde leads the way from shame Be it a loser's game The disdain and abhorred lash of the senate whip Ooh, it's a power trip I'm your rock, baby I won't back down I'm your rock, baby Ask yourself, ooh Are you righteous? Yes You want to play with the sire? (Yes) You want a view from the spire? (Yes) You want a seat by the pyre? And never ever suffer again (Yes) You want to console the griever? (Yes) You want to guide the believer? (Yes) You and the greatest deceiver? And never ever suffer again Holy Mother You washeth the sin from my feet Holy Mother You shine like the sun and the moon And the stars in the sky Holy Mother (Mother) You washeth the sin from my feet Holy Mother You shine like the sun and the moon And the stars in the sky The world rests heavy on your shoulders Holy Mother You shine like the sun and the moon And the stars in the sky I'm your rock, baby I won't back down I'm your rock, baby Ask yourself Are you righteous? Yes You want to play with the sire? (Yes) You want a view from the spire? (Yes) You want a seat by the pyre? And never ever suffer again (Never ever suffer, never ever suffer again) You want to play with the sire? (Yes) You want a view from the spire? (Yes) You want a seat by the pyre? And never ever suffer again (yeah) You want to console the griever? You want to guide the believer? You and the greatest deceiver? And never ever suffer again

In the middle of the night I won't call your phone In the middle of the night (In the middle of the night) One man mötley crüe with these girls, girls, girls Ain't my fault they string me 'long like some pearls, pearls, pearls And my heart too big I wanna love, love, love But I end up hating me even more, more, more Then I end up downtown in a twin turbo horse Revving up my engine at some Broadway girls And say you wanna skirt some curves I'm local to all gas and the heartbreak hurts I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night Needing conversation like it's some kinda light I ain't gonna think about you with another man Dancing downtown to some replay jams nah baby I ain't gonna trip cause I only wear boots Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night In the middle of the night I won't call your phone In the middle of the night (In the middle of the night) I'm a backwoods bandit some don't understand it I'm a star because the stars are truck bed and a blanket Ladies love me cause my accent and I'm crazy They go out in skirts I offer outskirts and danger Hard born rang of thing I'm no stranger Cruising through music city with one in the chamber Too wild to tame too lone to stray Living too fast to be anybody's second place I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night Needing conversation like it's some kinda light I ain't gonna think about you with another man Dancing downtown to some replay jams nah baby I ain't gonna trip cause I only wear boots Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night Don't try to call my phone in the middle of the night If I ain't with you in the morning don't hit me when the moon's bright I've been riding around the city in my mustang Thinking 'bout how you and me could be a thing I couldn't hear you over my exhaust when you called The shit you put me through I don't think we can resolve I ain't no Broadway girl baby yeah don't get that shit twisted I keep a nine on my hip in case these bitches start tripping I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night Needing conversation like it's some kinda light I ain't gonna think about you with another man Dancing downtown to some replay jams nah baby I ain't gonna trip cause I only wear boots Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night In the middle of the night I won't call your phone In the middle of the night

Take me to the wild wild west I'll wear my finest dress to your midnight rodeo Take me on your fastest ride Like Bonnie and Clyde down the darkest back road I'll keep on holdin' tight to you until we see the mornin' Up and down, round and round, eight seconds ain't enough And I can't help it but, I'm in love with a cowboy The only time you see me is when the thunder clashes In the middle of the night with the wolves in action And despite a dead body, you straight up makin' her say (I'm in love, I'm in love with a cowboy) She's in love with a mystery, if I do point-blank 'Cause I stay ridin' through towns, like I don't ever even stay I'm just cruisin' the coast with about 500 horses No brakes at my feet 'cause all I know is to floor it And she stands at the porch askin', "Why can't I go?" I tell her flirtin' with disaster is all that I know I'll be back when the sun sinks down in the hills Trench coat pulled tight, six gun on my hip Lit Marlboro Red hangin' out of my lips Call me the Lonesome Dove, I disappear in the mist Of the Clydesdale hooves click-clack to a swamp song By the time I told her, you know I'll already be gone (gone) Take me to the wild wild west I'll wear my finest dress to your midnight rodeo Take me on your fastest ride Like Bonnie and Clyde down the darkest back road I'll keep on holdin' tight to you until we see the mornin' Up and down, round and round, eight seconds ain't enough And I can't help it but, I'm in love with a cowboy The wild west is a land for a gamblin' man But no pretty lady holds two rough hands 'Cause these hands got a quick draw for these stars Hit the bullseye point-blank, one shot from afar These boots been through the cave and hot mud I leave the heartbreak to the dive of the FL When I turn on that road, put on the fancy dress And slip them high heels on, put that sequin to rest, uh I'll take you to the wild wild west Where they gun sling the best and the whiskey's like gasoline Make me runaway with you in a smoky saloon And make up for the nights that I was missin' you Take me to the wild wild west I'll wear my finest dress to your midnight rodeo Take me on your fastest ride Like Bonnie and Clyde down the darkest back road I'll keep on holdin' tight to you until we see the mornin' Up and down, round and round, eight seconds ain't enough And I can't help it but, I'm in love with a cowboy I'm in love, I'm in love with a cowboy

I am the leader you shouldn't follow Hard to keep up with a wild desperado Takin' curves at 80 mile an hour plus Engine blocks scrapin' makin' asphalt dust Metallic horse gallopin' a hillside Pipes echo from the trees, shakin' as we all roll by Moss on my roots, but only on the south side Marks on my boots from scootin' through my outline I am the leader you shouldn't follow Hard to keep up with a wild desperado Hard to keep up with a wild desperado Don't try to keep up with me I live on the edge, too thin to see I was earth bound to be a backwoods seed On my back is where the word backwoods be Because the backwoods never turned its back on me Heart of a small town, roots of the home team Ride through the city like I don't sing Ragged old Chevy and a stained white tee I am the leader you shouldn't follow Hard to keep up with a wild desperado Takin' curves at 80 mile an hour plus Engine blocks scrapin' makin' asphalt dust Metallic horse gallopin' a hillside Pipes echo from the trees, shakin' as we all roll by Moss on my roots, but only on the south side Marks on my boots from scootin' through my outline I am the leader you shouldn't follow Hard to keep up with a wild desperado Hard to keep up with a wild desperado I'm a big brother, I'm a older cousin I'm a redneck from the south, I'm a rapper, I sing country Always two forms of buzzin' when takin' pictures in public I think Waylon would be proud, and Biggie Smalls would think it's thumpin', motherfucker Catch me cruisin' mid-Tenn roads Sleepin' on the windshield from radar off on the five-o Catch me downtown, wild on the rooftops Winner circle shit sprayin' somethin' with a cork top I know where I'm goin', without knowin' where I'm goin' Alien mind glowin', regular say mind blowin' Wind in my hair 'cause the wind and road keeps flowin' I'm one of a couple writin' musical components I am the leader you shouldn't follow Hard to keep up with a wild desperado Takin' curves at 80 mile an hour plus Engine blocks scrapin' makin' asphalt dust Metallic horse gallopin' a hillside Pipes echo from the trees, shakin' as we all roll by Moss on my roots, but only on the south side Marks on my boots from scootin' through my outline I am the leader you shouldn't follow Hard to keep up with a wild desperado Hard to keep up with a wild desperado Ooh-ooh Hard to keep up with a wild desperado Oh-oh, oh

Check Bottleneck What up son? What you doin' boy? Gettin' it Yeah! We pull up, we turn heads Got the parking lot pumpin' with them old school jams We show up, we show off We got the cops called for us revvin' up the exhaust It's all good around here Just don't let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer And when the blue lights fade and Barney Fife's out of sight (We gon', we gon', we-we-we) We gon' turn up the night Baby, I'm the parkin' lot junkie Pull up in something stuntin' with both my Mickey T's rubbin' Mossberg in the back if you wanna get it sluggin' And when I'm sipping a Jim Beam, I tend to get destructive Hell I'll reckon y'all, comin' like a wrecking ball Don't bother nobody, but can Connor McGregor your ass a broken jaw Had 'em lookin' at me like, "Who the fuck is this guy?" Well, I'm Upchurch bitch and you're chicken my four-wheel drive And I don't change for nobody, not money, not fame No trucks, no girls, no TV, no way We pull up, we turn heads Got the parking lot pumpin' with them old school jams We show up, we show off We got the cops called for us revvin' up the exhaust It's all good around here Just don't let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer And when the blue lights fade and Barney Fife's out of sight (We gon', we gon', we-we-we) We gon' turn up the night Yes sir brother, we gon' turn up the night Got a whole case of beer and a gallon of shine Everybody lookin' when we pull in the scene And got every Average Joe wanna jump on the team (ha-ha) We keep the parkin' lot poppin' and the mud holes hot And you know the beat knocks when the new shit drops (woo) Just sipping out my cup in the bed of my truck (that's right) And I'm drinkin' on the shine, testin' my luck I'm hoping that the law don't take me to jail (aww, shit) We gon' turn up the night and chase some more tail We pull up, we turn heads Got the parking lot pumpin' with them old school jams We show up, we show off We got the cops called for us revvin' up the exhaust It's all good around here Just don't let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer And when the blue lights fade and Barney Fife's out of sight (We gon', we gon', we-we-we) We gon' turn up the night Aww, shit We pull up, we turn heads Got the parking lot pumpin' with them old school jams We show up, we show off We got the cops called for us revvin' up the exhaust It's all good around here Just don't let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer And when the blue lights fade and Barney Fife's out of sight (We gon', we gon', we we we) We gon' turn up the night