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