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

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

You better believe it, you better believe it

Every step you take, I’ll be as sure as your shadow

Every move you make, you know I’ll follow you wherever you go

Baby, you know my love is

Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty

Now until the day I die, unconditionally (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

God, your mama, and me

God, your mama, and me

Unconditionally, God your mama, and me