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

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

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

Young, young dumb and broke Yadadadadadadada Young dumb broke high school kids Yadadadadadada But we still got love to give While we're young dumb I'm so high at the moment I'm so caught up in this

Niggas gon' always be niggas Can't afford to give my heart to these niggas Ain't got time to lose my mind to these niggas Na na na na na na na na na (oh na na) I'm young, I be sprung and Sometimes it's just so damn fast I'm not dumb, no I'm not dumb I

1985, I arrived 33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived We wasn't s'posed to get past 25 Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive All these niggas popping now is young Everybody say the music that they make is dumb I remember I was 18 Money, pussy, parties, I

Dumb dumb dumda dumb dumb dumb dumb dumda dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumda dumb dumb Ring ding ding ding ding A ring ding ding dingdemgdemg A ring ding ding ding ding A Bram ba am baba weeeeeee Break down! Br-Br-Break It

Oh my gosh, look at her butt My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at Look, at her butt Little in the middle but she got much back I'm on some dumb shit, by the

Young, young, dumb and broke Young, dumb Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning, then the thunder, thunder Young, dumb, broke high school kids While we're young dumb Thunder, thun-thun-thunder, thunder Ya da da da da da da, ya da da da da da da Ya da da da

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