I'm still drivin' When's this break gon' come? You buy my pickin' With a big ol' timpani drum Stole shelter from the storm The night my cousin's baby was born Some say I'm a wild man Drink too much nectar from the corn Still drivin' When's this break gon' come? You buy my pickin' With a big ol' timpani drum Oh the school, it wasn't for me I earned my stripes a different way I learned to sing harmony And go play out on the stage Still drivin' When's this break gon' come? You buy my pickin' With a big ol' timpani drum I'm still drivin' I'm still drivin' I'm still drivin' I'm still drivin' I'm a-still, I'm a-still, I'm a-still, I'm a-still drivin' Still, still, still, I'm a-still drivin' Still, I'm a-still, I'm a-still, I'm a-still drivin' Still, still, still, I'm a-still drivin'

I've got the Holy Ghost fire And it's burning in me I've got the Holy Ghost fire And it's burning in me Got the Holy Ghost fire And I'm burning down these streets I've got a sweet little baddie And she's rolling in the Caddy with me I've got a sweet little baddie And she's rolling in the Caddy with me I've got a whole lotta Prada for my Holy Ghost mama And she's making sweet eyes at me Don't let me down, sweet mama Oh sweet mama, don't let me down I'm an honest man Dying to get you in the palm of my hand Working the long con plan If you knew the truth about me, baby girl No way in hell you'd stay But if I filled you in Would you take it to the grave? 'Cause a secret ain't no secret If you give it all away Don't let me down, sweet mama Oh sweet mama, don't let me down I'm an honest man Dying to get you in the palm of my hand Working the long con plan Don't let me down, sweet mama Oh, don't let me down Don't let me down, sweet mama Oh sweet mama, don't let me down I'm an honest man Dying to get you in the palm of my hand Working the long con plan Don't let me down, sweet mama Oh sweet mama, don't let me down I'm an honest man Dying to get you in the palm of my hand Got the Holy Ghost fire and it's burning in me Got the Holy Ghost fire and it's burning in me I've got the Holy Ghost fire and I'm burning down these streets

Country clubbin' Country clubbin' I come from torn jeans, rusty trucks Worn boots, couple bucks Early risin', nine to five Hand to mouth, gettin' by Climbing higher up the ladder Bank account gettin' fatter Little low down Come from nothin' Never woulda thought I'd be country clubbin' Now it's 9-iron, cart girl Get to take her for a whirl Champagne, shuffleboard Red necks on the tennis court Ah-haha (ooh-lah-lah) Schmoozie bougie (ooh-ha-ha) Silver platter, fine cigars They think I'm a superstar First-class, elbow rubbin' Now we're all country clubbin' Throwin' money 'round like it ain't no dadgum thang The pasture party, limousine Parkin' on the putting green Country clubbin' Country clubbin' Chief of staff, look at him Drinkin' like a president Who's the honey on his arm? That's the heir to Lucky Charms Hedge fund, billionaires Doctors, lawyers everywhere Oil money, dynamite Mayor's in the house tonight First-class, elbow rubbin' Now we're all a-country clubbin' Throwin' money 'round like it ain't no dadgum thang Writin' checks, passin' bills Gnawin' on a chicken wing We're goin' country clubbin' We're goin' country clubbin' We're goin' country clubbin' We're goin' country clubbin' We're goin' Never woulda thought I'd be country clubbin' Country clubbin' Country clubbin' Country clubbin' Country clubbin'

Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass The left foot says to the right foot I'm a-thinkin' we should make some moves And the right foot says to the left foot Let's put on them snakeskin boots And the snakeskin boots scoot across that floor Gonna ask some high heels to dance And them high heels all start a-tappin' their toes They're ready for a little romance Cut a rug, cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug Don't matter how you do it Just put your soles into it And feel the vibration from above Let that thunder strike your feet Get 'em moving to the beat Everybody break it down and cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass You can tango, twist-and-shout, the cha-cha You can Mow the Lawn and do the Stanky Leg The Moonwalk Sock hop Boogie-woogie Doo-wop Gets a little better every step Cut a rug, cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug Don't matter how you do it Just put your soles into it And feel the vibration from above Let that thunder strike your feet Get you moving to the beat Everybody break it down and cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug Give your legs just a little more wobble And your hips just a little more shake Get along to the rhythm If you ain't got it then give it Everything you got 'cause that's all it takes To cut a rug, cut a rug Cut a rug, cut a rug It don't matter how you do it Just put your soles into it And feel the vibration from above Let that thunder strike your feet Get you moving to the beat Everybody break it down and cut a rug Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah Pop that shoulder, make it flex Drop that ass, oh hell yeah