I can't stop lovin' you To live in memory Of old lonesome times I can't stop wantin' you So I'll just live my life So I've made up my mind It's useless to say In dreams of yesterday Those happy hours That we once knew

We can collide, we can collide Crash into me When you're in unfamiliar places Count on me through life's changes At full speed I know you're the one, yeah I'll pick you up when you're down Be there when no one's around I'm in tune with how you feel

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye Why you walk so cool aye, thousand dollar shoes aye Hunnid on my jewels aye, I got all these groupies Brittney turned me to a slut Who the fuck are

Oh yeah, everybody grab a cold beer Pop it open, raise it up in the air Bump cans with your neighbor, yeah Here's to good ole boys and country girls everywhere Livin' loud, rockin' out to the sound of our favorite songs Y'all sing along, this night ain't

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

It got blood on the money and I still count it They got blood on the money and I still count it I can't help the way I'm raised up That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up We've been at the laundromat all day We've been washin' money

Linger in the shade of a kind old tree Dream a dream with me Up a lazy river where the robin's song Where we can move along Blue skies up above, everyone's in love Up a lazy river, how happy you could be Up a lazy river-er with me Up a lazy river by the

I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long I don't wanna die too young Yeah, too young, yeah, too young Came up, don't know, I just keep going with the

I'm on some shit right now Cash out on a wip Yeah I might fuck a nigga bitch right now Counting grams and stacking Franklin's I'm tryna get rich right now Hey I'm on some shit right now Pull up on that bih like skrt skrt skrt Bitch get in right now Feel

Whatever you want, you're gonna get it! You ain't happy less you got one Ain't gonna shoot the place up Just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money Maybe he wants to kill for his country Whatever he wants, he's gonna get it! You better strip it down