She said if I ever deceive her She'd be gone before I could count ten, I guess that I didn't believe her; Oh just look at the trouble I'm in. Chorus: Now she's gone, gone, gone, Gone, gone, gone, cryin' won't bring her back; The more that I cry, the faster that plane flies Father across the sky. Well I lost every right to be happy, Well I lost all the Heaven I found; She warned me she'd leave and she left me, Before my first tear hit the ground. Chorus... If I only knew where I could find her Well I'd crawl there on my hands and knees. 'Cause each tick of the clock will remind her That she's one second farther from me. Chorus... {Instrumental} Chorus... Farther across the sky.

She is gone But she was here And her presence is still heavy in the air Oh what a taste Of human love Now she's gone and it don't matter anymore Passing dreams In the night It was more than just a woman and a man It was love Without disguise And now my life will never be the same again

My first kiss, high school dance Sitting on those bleacher stands My first drink, homemade wine Tippin' back under the stars that night Never thought to ask where yesterday may go So young and free, just killing time Driving too fast on those dotted lines Those memories won't fade away Looking back on those good ol' days Yeah, looking back on those good ol' days, yeah Overtime, third and goal That game was our Super Bowl Chasing dreams rock 'n' roll Ticket stub, Tom Petty show If I could learn to fly right back in time, I'd go So young and free, just killing time Driving too fast on those dotted lines Those memories won't fade away Looking back on those good ol' days Yeah, looking back on those good ol' days, yeah So young and free, just killing time Driving too fast on those dotted lines Those memories won't fade away Looking back on those good ol' days Yeah, looking back on those good ol' days, yeah

Get 'em Buck! Ok! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it I got 'em like hey! Got 'em rollin' The kush on the way and the champagne frozen Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open I'm ridin' presidential like the shit that I'm smokin' Water with the work, Petrom on my shirt And a zip ain't shit, I need a quarter P of Purp Gon' break it down, pass it all around I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown Them dope boys in this bitch like, "Let me buy that" Broke niggas in this bitch like, "Let me try that" I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go They can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Let's play the game, I'm the quarterback (don't stop, homey) I go to jail if I get sacked (so block for me) Eight-ball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin' Got the whole club leanin' with it, and body rockin' Drunk drivin' in my Cut dawg, I got my truck parked Seventy-Two Tennessee Titan like what up y'all?! I'm homeboy, holla at ya homeboy Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy First come first serve, fuck what ya heard I'm piecin' out my pack 'til I come up on a bird Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin' on these hoes They know me at the bank, love me at the jewelry stores I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go (I bet he got a vest) no, but I got my tech though Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Yeah, you know what it is How we do the damn thang down here, nigga What you workin' with? Yeah, hey my nigga now don't be in the club Throwin' your rent money, be broke in the mornin' Have us laughin' at ya broke ass, yeah Where my dope boys at? Yeah! Shawty I see you! Now pick up that god-damn money! Hey! Let's go!