Looking for a cause I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die I feel like a cello Lost somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, too scared to dream But too dumb to die Well all I got was camouflage Oh, oh I love you Oh, oh I do

Leave me alone Drunk as fuck Bitch you dumb as fuck Running up the bucks (damn, ay) Bitch you down or what? (Ya) Yah, yah, yah, yah (ay) Yeah, I miss you but I got no time for that Tell you the truth

I'm not like them But I can pretend The sun is gone But I have a light The day is done But I'm having fun I think I'm dumb Or maybe just happy Think I'm just happy

How long has this been going on? 'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem. To break up our singing this way, But there ain't any use in pretending. It could happen to us any day. Well, if friends with their fancy persuasion Don't admit that it's part of a

Otra noche en Miami Otra noche sin ti Otra noche en Miami (Yeh) Diez en punto de la noche y salgo como de costumbre Prendas en diamantes que cieguen cuando me alumbre Me diferencio de la muchedumbre A mi estilo puede que no te acostumbre' No sé si irme

Da da da da dumb Ramblin' scramblin' headin' for town Hustlin', bustlin' buzzin' around Happily awaitin' at the station Da da da da da da da da dumb They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune You never heard it played, join in the big parade Altogether

Dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle To be so near you and not just hear you I think then maybe you'd see me, baby You'd be mine And you're only smiling When you play your violin Agnetha, Frida, dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle And we'd be together all

I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me I be pullin' out straps on these fuck niggas I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches Like a dyke man, you niggas can't fuck with me If a nigga says it's up, then it's stuck with me What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't

With the same old song About the same old love And the same old strum I may be country but I'm not dumb It goes on and on Now I love country music And I guess I always will But these days when I turn on the radio

Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? What became of all the boys Who only want one thing? Will someone tell me what I'm doin' wrong 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones are just too dumb And I don't think I have any more Room