Too young to feel something real But maybe we were too young Maybe we were too young Too young to feel anything at all Too young to feel something real (something real) It's alright now, I don't wanna wait I'm the one, could be the one for you Be playin'

Maybe I'm just a kid in love Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh And I got it all And I don't ever wanna grow up 'Cause I got it all 'Cause, it's alright, it's alright I wanna make you mine But I don't ever wanna grow up

It’s the worst damn day (doesn’t hurt that much) I made a mess today (doesn’t hurt that much) But I’m alright (doesn’t hurt that much) But I’m alright I woke up today Surrounded by blackness A small warning sign Devoured the process

She shake that ass and bring it back to me Bring that cash to me lil baby I'll help you with all your problems bae It's midnight Took a half baby It's halftime What's your math baby? You look alright Your heart is cold but it's warm inside your thighs

It's dirty but it feels alright I love muddy water I'm ready, ready for the blues tonight Well I ain't gonna fuss and fight And I ain't stayin' up all night Worryin' 'bout the things that I can't change Let everybody think I'm a little bit strange 'Cause

It's a cold way to go To the hollow below Well long live all those lies You tell yourself And only the end And only the night But there's no kiss goodbye That you'll be alright You can't give up the ghost

Take it out on me And it's alright And now it's you who's floored by fear of it all Broad-shouldered beasts fill the sky Manhattan beats at the night But you are wrapped up in wire Curled up in fright So I took you to the city for the night To dance

She's fallin' in love now, losin' control now Fightin' the truth, tryin' to hide But I think it's alright, girl Yeah, I think it's alright, girl She's falling but she doesn't think he'll catch her 'Cause her last relationship was a disaster Accusations

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical Mama please don't cry, I will be alright All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy And even I know this ain't smart But mama I'm in love with a criminal He is a hustler, he's no good at all He