Lone Star

Goodbye, future, once so bright, meet my pregnant girlfriend

Watch my bank account run dry, four-hundred-thirty-seven dollars spent

To put things back to the way they used to be

Still, I would've spent so much more

But four-hundred-thirty-seven dollars somehow shakes all responsibility

But it's not easy

She looks me dead in the eyes and says, "Hey, Brian

If you still believe in the Lord above

Get on your hands and knees and pray for us

Get on your hands and knees and pray for us"

The past few months were pretty rough

A couple times wished we both were dead

I never cried like that before

I thought my eyes would pop out of my head

Not just preparing for nightmares

Years and years, I do suppose

But nothing feels alright now

The length of my hair or the fit of my clothes

And crying like a baby solved nothing

'Cause I can leave, so what now, what, so where do I go?

'Cause I could imagine myself throwing all my clothes

Inside a suitcase without bothering to fold them

'Cause I could imagine myself throwing all my things

Inside a suitcase without bothering to fold them

She looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Hey, Brian

If you still believe in the Lord above

Get on your hands and knees and pray for us

Get on your hands and knees and pray for us"

Because freshness is expected from any hip-hop artist

I avoid using traditional techniques

I avoid using traditional techniques, techniques

Techniques, techniques, techniques, techniques, techniques