Texty:
Little Big Town Good As Gone

'm good (I'm good at readin' between the lines) No use in hangin' on Cause you're good to go And, baby, I'm good as gone Baby, I'm gone I'm gone

I'm good (I'm good at readin' between the lines) No use in hangin' on Cause you're good to go And, baby, I'm good as gone Baby, I'm gone I'm gone

creepin And we still put it down nigga even though we four strong Flesh gone come home, Bone gone stay Bone When the 5th Dawg gets loose it gone be

it was hard to tell If I grow up and be rich as hell See, I was cool I knew all the shit Big bank on my finger tips But I never had a big bank, not back

walkin' 'round town with a wig and a purse No tellin' what?s next, I don?t know Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho I?ll be good to you You?ll be good

me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM RUNNIN Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour with dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4 Set up a contest

you were on my mind at least nine tenths of yesterday it seemed as if perhaps I'd gone insane what is it about you that has commandeered my brain?

head down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up super models, we don't care where ya from, as long as

Your adolescent dreams are gone Through the days you feel a little used up And you don't know where your energy's gone wrong Just your soul feelin' a little