God, Your Mama, And Me--Florida Georgia Line & Backstreet Boys

That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That hallelujah, shoot right through ya, make you feel alive

That key under the mat, you know right where it's at It's waiting with the porch light on

Don't bother calling, no need for knocking, just come on home Come on home, my love is

Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally

You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than

God, your mama, and me God, your mama, and me

Unconditionally, God, your mama, and me Loud as shotgun, angels singing with the radio

Praying with you every mile down any dead end road You can tell me every secret that you been keeping

I'll hold it, lock and key Up with you all night, holding you all night, I never leave

You better believe my love is Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty