Lyrics

Find something to clang on to Ugh Cling on (Woo) Did everything you love Before you wake up one day and everythang gone (Everythang gone) Mama hurtin' I just tell her hang on, stay strong You think it's over, then you ain't wrong (Mama) But if you believe it ain't over, then it ain't (Nope) Faith is like money in the bank (Get it) Everybody tellin' they self a true story They can't get around the thoughts they think (Uh uh) If it ain't one thing, I guarantee it's two or three (Two or three) Gettin' old is new to me (New to me) Ain't sure how I feel about the man I grew to be (Well) A lot of times I wonder who is he (Damn) But country is as country does (Bubba) Anything I am, anything I'm doing (Anything) And what it is ain't what it was But whatever it is I'ma cling on to it Some people look at everything wrong But that's just what I think Yeah, I think people think wrong See you got your eyes closed Baby don't blink long They love to cling to what they think about me I tell 'em cling on Cling on, country bumpkin with a mink on Might spray a little stank on Georgia boy, but Tennessee where I drank on Bitch cling on Wake up at 5 a.m., my lil' bae gone Shit, she better stay gone Nah, don't do that, baby, cling on Cling on, yeah I'm clingin' on, with no sing-along (Uh) Took a paid vacation, couple seasons long I like to be alone, and I don't wanna lead her on I just wanna see how sexy she can moan She on speaker phone, pretendin' she at home Now she eatin' schlong Laughin' at the man, been makin' sure the heat is on He like that well to each his own, I don't think it's known Either way, it ain't a action we condone (Come on) No attraction, she was thrown in the trash when she belong See, really, I'm a king, yeah, my ass just need a throne Billion full of people, it's so sad to be alone She love me so right, why I had to treat her wrong? (Damn) I've never been a fan of things done wrong Or forever and ever being committed (Forever) And for me, the present's whatever I'm special, you better be ready to get it (Stay read) I'm with whatever the weather permitted Give me hell and a felony with it (Right) I know a couple successful felons on the jealousy clinic A what he or she said epidemic (Bitch) I check out everybody's swamped dog They're like boss hogs Miss one, we rent it, used to haul logs Got momma and money in a call log Think I'm finna fall off again bitch what Some people look at everything wrong But that's just what I think Yeah, I think people think wrong See you got your eyes closed Baby don't blink long They love to cling to what they think about me I tell 'em cling on Cling on, country bumpkin with a mink on Might spray a little stank on Georgia boy, but Tennessee where I drank on Bitch cling on Wake up at 5 a.m., my lil' bae gone Shit, she better stay gone Nah, don't do that, baby, cling on Cling on, yeah