I was a hustler and player girl before I met you I'd drink a lil' something then hit a lil' something But how you made a difference, look what I've been missing You got my life together and I thank you forever I really used to throw a lot But I do one

I live my life, in my own way I've made my name, with ladies like you I'm a fine red-blooded love machine Shootin straight and talkin' mean I leave em right on cue Hey, but one thing you must realize Even when you fantasize My love is just a dead-end

I'll show you 'Cause life's not easy, I'm not made out of steel Don't forget that I'm human, don't forget that I'm real Act like you know me, but you never will But there's one thing that I know for sure Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing When the

You only know how to fly And I've made the same mistakes But I won't this time No I won't this time You're a pretty butterfly You keep on passing by You never land inside my hands Your home is in the sky And there's a lesson waiting to be learned

Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') Bring me some pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) I'm seventeen and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) I give your daughter some coke (Uhh) This is

Yeah, I'm throwed off Ain't about the money I'ma blow it off I made my own lane, let's roll, let's roll Yeah, I'm going off Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small

I'm always ready to die but you're killing me My demise, I took a life worth living and Made it worth a mockery I deny, I fold, but they keep on coming Gone, I couldn't murder your promise Right before my eyes The revolutions of my psychosis Kept me

My generation is zero I never made it as a working class hero 21st century breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I'm losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell A welfare child where

It's the wall that we are building All the things that we made wrong Don't hate yourself if you walk away You reach, but nothing's there Colors fade from black to grey Time and time again A fate that we deserve There's no escape, we're walking backwards

Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small, boys But you have a ball, boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?