A teenage vow in a parking lot, 'til tonight do us part I sing the blues and swallow them too So hum hallelujah, just off the key of reason I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light I could write it better than you ever felt it It's

We're better, we're better, we're better, we're better, we're better, You know we're better together Now I understand that we're better together I can't help it, I want you back 'cause I Boy I miss you, said I really do, boy I miss you Boy I miss you,

I'm not okay You wear me out Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way For all the dirty looks For photographs your boyfriend took Remember when you broke your foot from

Been waiting on that sunshine boy, I think I need that back Can't do it like that No one else gonna get it like that So I argue, you yell Who cares when it feels like crack? Boy you know that you always do it right Man, fuck your pride Just take it on

They should've never ever let you out Cold animal with the mouth from the South Watch you gonna say, what you gonna do Coming, coming after you Watch out for the D-Boys Watch out for the boys in blue You better keep it moving (big boy) You know they're

Treat her better, boy If having her at your side's something you enjoy If having her in your life’s really so important to you now Oh no, you’ve done it again No use when you already know how it ends Hey man, heard you were your brother’s keeper That

Stop talking, we can get along We can Marvin Gaye and get it on Where you want to be, I've been before Boy, you're so much better when you don't speak I don't need your little money I can put you under something Shh, say no more No, baby, you can't do it

You better sit back down 'Til you hold your ground You better put that down Behave little boy I am on a binge I'm losing all my friends I'm losing in the end It's your turn to learn to fight

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets

She only gets stoned when you ain't home And I know bro code and I ain't breakin' it But bro, you got yourself a situation, bro You better get your girl home, boy You better take yourself home, boy You better tell her you love her, you need her 'Cause if