I ain't gonna be that easy to leave Girl I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you miss me Make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours When your phone rings after midnight and you're thinking

I ain't gon' lie I got money and the power Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah the famous life it'll eat you up alive It's a game and I put my feelings to the side Times up I check my watch every hour All of my diamonds they blind them I can't fuck her she a minor

Lie me beside you every night And dread the day you might be gone She said "In case you hadn't noticed that Played second fiddle to the bottle for a little too long (no) And I ain't about to anymore" For I know not just what I've done Lying face down in

Let me get one more for the lady (Whatever she wants) And I don't know what you've been through But something's tellin' me you You deserve a drink or two Ain't gon' lie to you, baby Don't know where you've been Ain't gon' lie to you You look like you

I ain't gonna be that easy to leave Girl I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you miss me Make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours When your phone rings after midnight and you're thinking

Can't stop now don't you know I ain't never gonna let you go Came in from the city Walked into the door I turned around when I heard the sound Of footsteps on the floor Love just like addiction Now I'm hooked on you I need some time to get it right

I ain't gonna be that easy to leave Girl I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you miss me Make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours When your phone rings after midnight and you're thinking

Don't want no high rise tombstone Gonna gather up my saints Don't wanna hear you fussing If it is or if it ain't My life needs no witness And my burden is my own You gotta answer to somebody If you didn't learn then you didn't read Gotta live with it

Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie don't surf Charlie's gonna be a napalm star Everybody wants to rule the world Must be something we get from

Hotel bathroom Up and down it feels like Heaven must feel so right Smoking in the bathroom To the hotel bathroom Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch Fuck you on the hotel bed Ain't 'gon lie, I can't wait