I hope I don't make make you mad mad With what I'm bout to say boy Here we are once again And I'm having second thoughts boy I'm not messing with you you head But I changed my mind boy I don't know why I'm here At the same time I want you you near

I'm the bad guy, duh So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make Make your mama sad type Make Make your girlfriend mad mad tight Might seduce your dad type

I started with nothing, I've got nothing to lose I'm a soul survivor, I made it through the fire Damn frustrating that you you think I could never make make it Look who's standing right in front of you you Yes, it's me What you you doing? Did you you think you you would see me

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

That's what I call home Daddy don't know a stranger A handshake and he's your friend Oh and Mama she's an angel She'll hold you you tight till the heartache ends Just a place made of nails and wood But it's the love that makes you you feel so good That's what I

Speak to me You You make make me feel like I'm fucking drowning (I need to cut you you out, I need to cut you you out) You made my world come crashing down around me (I need to cut you you out) Black is all that I see You You used to be all that I needed I need to cut you you out, I

I'm gonna make make you mine You're hallelujah, Sunday morning All I've ever needed, wanted Underneath this pale moon sky Yeah, I'm gonna make make you mine You You were made to shine under Southern stars Pure as the mountain rain You're the love songs pouring out of

Sleep safe and sound tonight 'Cause blind love Is guiding every step I take It's one less I got to make 'Till I find my way home try love Welcome to another hard night You You made it through another day Close your eyes love If there's an patron saint of

When you you answer the door, pick up the phone You You won't find me 'cause I'm not coming home To find yourself alone And does it make make you sad And does it make make you mad mad To find that I have grown To see the strength that I have shown I'll bet it hurts so bad

And if you're gonna take your shot, then take it If you you made up your mind, then make make it If you you ever loved me But make make this fast If you're gonna break my heart, just break it