Carpool, cornhole, gallon bag of bad silver, cans in inflatable pools Green grass, dance floor, Nine is on the Ox Cord, playlist playing it cool We're all product of a small town raised on radio music (ooh) We've all got worries we could wash down, and we've all been through it And I've been doin' alright here Yeah, we've got it all right here All the saints, all the sinners, all the wrapped-up skiggers All the flick-up tippers sippin' ass cold beer All night long, singin' them country songs In a world where a whole lot of things go wrong They're goin' alright here It's all good, all gravy, all comin' up daisies All the right kind of crazy in the atmosphere Ain't one thing missin', now, we ain't got much, but it's all right here Seven billion goose spinnin' on the third rock, everybody got their own two cents (whoo!) Moments like this make it all feel small no matter where you are or where you been Oh, everything is alright here Yeah, we've got it all right here All the saints, all the sinners, all the wrapped-up skiggers All the flick-up tippers sippin' ass cold beer All night long, singin' them country songs In a world where a whole lot of things go wrong They're going alright here It's all good, all gravy, all comin' up daisies All the right kind of crazy in the atmosphere Ain't one thing missin', now, we ain't got much, but it's all right here It's alright (oh-oh, oh-oh) It's all right here, mm (oh-oh), oh-oh We're all product of a small town raised on radio music (ooh) We've all got worries we could wash down, and we've all been through it Tonight, we're doing alright here Yeah, we've got it all right here All the saints, all the sinners, all the wrapped-up skiggers All the flick-up tippers sippin' ass cold beer All night long, singin' them country songs In a world where a whole lot of things go wrong They're going alright here It's all good, all gravy, all comin' up daisies All the right kind of crazy in the atmosphere Ain't one thing missin', now, we ain't got much, but it's all right here (oh-oh) Yeah, we got it all right here

Say it's all right, say it's all right It's all right, have a good time 'Cause it's all right, whoa, it's all right We're gonna move it slow, when lights are low When you move it slow, it sounds like more And it's all right, whoa, it's all right Now, listen to the beat, kinda pat your feet You got soul and everybody knows That it's all right, whoa, it's all right When you wake up early in the mornin' Feelin' sad like so many of us do Hum a little soul, make life your goal And surely something's got to come to you And say it's all right, say it's all right It's all right, have a good time 'Cause it's all right, whoa, it's all right Now, everybody clap your hands Give yourself a chance You got soul and everybody knows That it's all right, whoa, it's all right Someday I'll find me a woman Who will love and treat me real nice Then my woe's got to go And my love, she will know From morning, noon and night And she's got to Say it's all right, say it's all right It's all right, have a good time 'Cause it's all right, whoa, it's all right Everybody clap your hands Now, give yourself a chance You got soul

Yeah Oh, yeah Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby) Haan, yeah Graduated, but I'm aggravated From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related) Masturbatin' on a scale for a Hundred million, askin' God how we made it Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David Freedom got confiscated We mob-related John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs For these cold women Militant like the Middle East Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies Triple threat, trinity Triangle office, label execs get all the profit They hit your brain, mop it clean What type of fiends? Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog Can't teach new tricks to old dogs I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill Desperado with an AR like guitar ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton) If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah) Mama raise a star, and you been a mark Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey) Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah) Mansion's like a campus Ranches like rainbow smoke Forty-one shots like Diego Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights) Yes, I Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin' Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them I made it even in the game of odd Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan La música de Harry Fraud It's nothing to take me higher

Do you ever think about leaving? Do you ever think about me and you? Running to the country where we got nothing to prove Where we can grow old with new friends Lay low on the weekends Running to the country where we got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm tired of the busy nights Fed up with the city lights No, I don't wanna spend my life in this place I just wanna run away to Montana Livin' at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I wanna see the sky from a dirt road I wanna feel the air cut through my coat 700 acres, so many new ways to see you And all the seeds of love that we sow I can see 'em grow as we grow I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya (In Montana) Getting tired of the busy nights Getting tired of the city lights Yeah, I know I can't spend the rest of my life here I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana Ooh In Montana Ooh (In Montana)