Keys to the Kite - Sei Young & Sleepless Blue

I don't know where I can find The finest wine in town And I don't know where the velvet rope Unhooks for the uptown crowd I don't know the name of the restaurant Where the valet parked your ride But I know where to buy ice cold beer Where to tear up a Friday night 'Cause I got the key to the country Sitting in my F-350 I know where to park, way out in the dark Where the stars shine down so pretty Got the keys to the gate to the Johnson's lake A little honey hole, to take you, honey I ain't got the keys to the city But I got the keys to the country I got the inside track, I can take you back To a fresh cut bottomland field And there's a little bit of water Still standing in the corner If you feel like spinning this wheels And there's a crack in the roof Where the moon shines through If you wanna hide out in a barn We can set up shop, and let the tailgate drop Have our own little flatbed bar Baby, I got the keys to the country Sitting in my F-350 I know where to park, way out in the dark Where the stars shine down so pretty Got the keys to the gate to the Johnson's lake A little honey hole to take you, honey I ain't got the keys to the city But I got the keys to the country Do you wanna ride, do you wanna roll? Get a little green grass on your soul Tell me where to turn, where you wanna go 'Cause I got the keys to the country I got the keys to the country Sitting in my F-350 I know where to park, way out in the dark Where the stars shine down so pretty Got the keys to the gate to the Johnson's lake A little honey hole to take you, honey I ain't got the keys to the city But I got the keys to the country Do you wanna ride, do you wanna roll? Get a little green grass on your soul Tell me where to turn, where you wanna go 'Cause I got the keys to the country Know these lonely roads by name I can get you where most boy's can't

My gears they grind More each day And I feel like They're gonna grind away And the city blocks They drive me wild They're never ending Mile after mile I just don't know what to do I'm too afraid to love you It's heaven on earth In her embrace Her gentle touch And her smiling face I'm just one wishing That I was a pair With someone Oh somewhere I just don't know what to do I'm too afraid to love you All those sleepless nights And all those wasted days I wish loneliness would leave me But I think it's here to stay What more can I do I'm wringing myself dry And I can't afford to lose One more teardrop from my eye I'm too afraid I'm too afraid I just don't know what to do With myself Thinkin' all the time Don't know what to do Don't know what to do Drivin' me outta my mind

When we comes to pride And other sinful matters You're gonna be misled Left feared and tattered I got to go because Something's on my mind And it wont get better No matter how hard I try Whoa Yeah You just got to be The best man for me Evil hides in dark places But now I find it In familiar faces I got to go because Something's on my mind And it wont get better No matter how hard I try Whoa Yeah You just got to be The best thing for me

Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up (Haha) I told you, I only make stoner music Gangster music, killer music Fuck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE) Yeah She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Roll up) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Yeah) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Yeah) Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah) Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep Wake that bitch up on a Perky Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin' Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin' Fuck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin' Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies Let in my bed nothin' but bad bitches only Fuck on a thot, suck me up, I don't want her Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her I'ma keep this shit 100, yeah, y'all niggas not 100, yeah She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese Nigga wanna kill 'bout a bitch (Yes, sir) Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah) I got lot of bitches 'round my way (Lot of 'em) All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters) And I'm big time stunner, yeah (Stunner) When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah) Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah) Runnin' the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?) They was tellin' her that I was bustin' guns I was tellin' mama, "Uh-uh, uh-uh" (No, uh-uh) Keep this shit 100, yeah I was raised by mama, yeah Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah 13, carryin' that thunder, yeah Mama had kicked me out the house 'cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh) Now I'm in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer) Kick a nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama) Robbed my first nigga for 100, yeah (Hundred) I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K Nigga, that's a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir) She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Blue cheese) Uh, yeah Hahahaha The fuck, nigga? Hah, bitch, yeah