Lookin' Out My Back Door - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Up ahead, is the sky growing dark? Where it leads is a big question mark And I'm scared that I'll end up a pony gone missing from pegasus-ing But you're not alone You got a pony in your crew I do? Who? I'm lookin' out for you When you're off track I got you back You can rely on me I'm lookin' out for you Lost in the hills I got the skills Keepin' your eye on me I'm lookin' out for you Back at home, it was earth ponies first Heard it so many times I could burst And I fought for a change But it's lonely, 'cause you know party of uno Well, if you need a friendly steed like you-know-who I think I do I'm lookin' out for you I'm lookin' out for you (I'm lookin' out) When you're off track (when you're off track) I got you back (I got you back) You can rely on me I'm lookin' out for you (I'm lookin' out) Lost in the hills (lost in the hills) I got the skills (I got the skills) Keepin' your eye on me I'm lookin' out for you (I'm lookin' out) Starting your quest (starting your quest) Makes you feel stressed (makes you feel stressed) Pony, it helps knowing I'm lookin' out for you (lookin' out) You blaze a trail (you blaze a trail) I'll watch your tail (I'll watch your tail) Pony, let's get goin' Get goin', get goin' I'm lookin' out (I'm lookin' out for you) (I'll go where you're goin' to) (It's all that I wanna do) (I, I, I) I'm lookin' out (I'm lookin' out for you) (I'll go where you're goin' to) (It's all that I wanna do) (I am lookin' out) For you

The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag The weed ain't good, we shipping that pack back I got what you need, [?] in my stove 30 clips at the front door, so come to the back door So come to the back door, so come to the back door So come to the back door, so come to the back door The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag The weed ain't good, we shipping that pack back Burglar bars on my trap nigga, can't forget put the cameras What's the use to have a show nigga if they don't use their hammers Mister used to talking [?] shit cause you don't use your hammer The arm and hammer, working my arm with the hammer Trap straight out the front porch, bitch you know that I'm with it Cook game got real strong when I [?] Straight drop, straight drop, have em dancing like they P Diddy Drought time come around, got to take a [?] to fifty I stack up the zones, my team playing zone Boy get off the phone, you been talking too long I know that they snitching, my trap house is closed If I cut on this phone, I'm offering this blow Pit bulls running round the yard, every window got burglar bars Just a bunch of neighborhood stars pulling up in these expensive foreign cars When you come to my spot, bro cut the music down and come to the back door Yeah I got what you ask for, but first where your cash bro? Just got a new batch of strong, and bands of reg, I got a lot of that Look over there in them garbage bags, pick out what you want and then holler back Ain't no bricks in my trap house, no pots and no forks And I ain't got no love for a bitch cause I came up bumping Too Short Your old lady across the street on her porch, she love me but she know I'm a dope boy Me and my niggas keep down the noise so we can keep down and out of the way My phone booming, my trap rolling, it's always open, these choppers loaded Just in case an old police ask nigga tried to send a fourth up in here We already sorted!

I'm fading out of sight My wheels are the only sound Runnin' at the speed of light I can't slow down Out on the open road Racing to beat the night No matter where I go Guess I'll get there all right So why don't I understand what's trippin' me up It used to be a simple thing I can't hold on, I can't return Time to let go, start to live and learn I took the one way flight Too high to see the ground Now I know how long it takes A heart to come down Why don't I understand what's trippin' me up It used to be a simple thing I can't hold on, I can't return Rivers will run, bridges will burn I'm not sure just how But there's no lookin' back now I can't hold on, I can't return Rivers will run, bridges will burn I'm not sure just how But there's no lookin' back now I can't hold on, I can't return Rivers will run, bridges will burn I'm not sure just how But there's no lookin' back now No lookin' back now No lookin' back No lookin' back now No lookin' back now...

When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton ball' get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton ball' get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home In them old cotton fields back home