Lone Star Songtext
von The Front Bottoms

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