I was born in Rochester. To a book making man. Had a fake cigar shop. With the games on in the back. . See them coming and going. Letting it ride on thoroughbreds.
Your poker face ain't fooling nobody, nobody here. We've all felt the flame and shed those same tears. Driving home to a one man hell. Still counting years, still counting years.
'Cause is was Bell Biv DeVoe. Playin' on my raido. And i had Wu Tang Clan. Livin' in my stereo. Mama said we're 6th generation oregonians. I was rocking them jordans.
Nashville, it's burnin' tonight. You turn me right 'round, baby, like a 45. I'm feelin' every song that this town could write. Oh, the fire in my head.