Party's on, let it run You're in town having fun 'Cause you're looking for chance to run Let's run, whoa oh You're the fame, scream my name Gonna know it now the game is on Don't stop, whoa oh You're a hotshot, ten o'clock, ready for the night to rock

And it feels all right No more, from a voice that breaks the awkward silence No more, never heard so loud before Made the same mistakes a thousand times Never meant to be like this so I say No more tonight Take another shot, show me what you got It was

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

In a dark and lonely corner, all the time in Dark-side inn Sits a local barstool warrior, talking to his gin Treating past decisions, he motions for a shot Is he doomed to be a man this world forgot? Just a prisoner of the monster on his back Call it bad

Take your best shot Show me what you got Honey, I'm not afraid Rear back and take aim And fire away Honey load up your questions And pick up your sticks and your stones And pretend I'm a shelter for heartaches

Take a shot for me, ooh A shot for me Take a shot for me I can see it in your eyes, you're angry Regret got shit on what you're feeling now Mad 'cause he ain't like me Oh you mad 'cause nobody ever did it like me All the care I would take, all the love

Killer, ripper, who are you Take a look into the mirror then you will know Heaven fire up my blood I'm waiting for something that's better Down on his knees he sees the devil weeping/whinging his tongue Mr. Cadillac doesn't even know he's been fighting

I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my heart in the click (yeah) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah) Too busy thinking what if (yeah) Fell in love through a photograph I don't even know your name Wonder if

I'm just blowin' smoke Yeah we're just blowin' We all say that we'll Quit someday When our nerves ain't shot Between the lunch and dinner rush Kelly caught that outbound bus for Vegas

Drunk all summer We're so late nights Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk Red eyes, amnesia, on ice When I'm with you Another way now Like we're supposed to do Take you to the back now I'd take a shot for you