Savannah Super Sunday cabana haze, Indian summer Savannah days Count the ways of serious plays and previous lays How I hid out from the frost in the city of Spanish moss Count the cost of what was crossed, Packers got sent for a loss I got nowhere to go, you got somewhere to breed I got everything you want, you got everything I need Cash the car in for some blow, smoking hydroponic weed Enough buzz to plant my seed, now I'm praying that you bleed After half an hour at the stack I was quite taken aback When you became the mack and grabbed ahold of my bottle of Jack Well I don't feel like an ass 'cause you were my buddy's lass You and he were in the past and we got something that can last I got something to blow, you got somewhere to breed I got everything you want, you got everything I need We all reap the seeds we sow, let's go home and do the deed I think you know where to go, you're my rider I'm your steed People go to Southern bars and get their love in Southern cars Let's go out beyond the marsh and fall asleep beneath the stars I came down here for the fun, now I'm staying for the sun(son) And I'm praying I don't run 'cause you might just be the one We could watch the river flow we could go home and breed I got everything you want, you got everything I need Think I'll stay in town some more, time to fuck and time to read I got everything I want, you are everything I need