Now I gotta ball without you (21) You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor I gave you my all (My all) You was my dawg (You was my dawg) I would have went to war with the world on your call (On your call) Thought you had my back (Nah) You let me fall (Let me

Can't even close my eyes Whoa, my baby can't be found Lord, I believe this is the end Now here it is three o' clock in the mornin' Oh, three o' clock in the mornin', baby Well, I can't find my baby Lord, and I can't be satisfied Lord, I've looked around

Oh oh oh oh oh It's in the song, baby can't you feel it And if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics It's Friday night freedom, football game It's proud of where you from, it's your last name It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind So hold up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you got me doin' what you want me to, baby why ya' wanna let go You got me runnin', you got me hidin' You got me run, hide, hide, run, any way you wanna let it roll I'm goin' up, I'm goin' down I'm goin' up, down, down, up, any way you

Shatter like glass Come apart in my hands Take as long as it takes, girl Put your head on my chest Let me help you forget When your heart needs to break Just break on me There'll be days your heart don't wanna beat

Hey bartender What I’m really needing now Is a double shot of Crown Chase that disco ball around ‘Til I don’t remember Go until they cut me off Wanna get a little lost In the noise, in the lights Hey bartender pour ‘em hot tonight

White girl on me, I got cocaine Do it in the bathroom, I can feel my bones break Same clique with me at the night show I was in the back then, now I got a light show Now you want me, took a lot to make you want me now I don't love her but I love how I

Midnight memories, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, baby you and me Stumbling in the street Singing, singing, singing, singing Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, anywhere we go never say no Just do it, do it, do it, do it Tell me that I'm wrong but I do what I please Way too many

Say you'll never let me go Deep in my bones I can feel you Take me back to a time when we knew We could waste the night with an old film Smoke a little weed on the couch in the backroom Take it slow but it's not typical

Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday