If you don't come we'll never know You stand off in the back You jump onto the bus And ride around with all of us And light it up 'til we burn it down Crowds that scream at superstars Where bouncers show their battle scars I've been the first to sign on

He likes his coffee black like his soul He drinks it scorching hot like a fucking psycho He like coffee a lot And he like his coffee now Fifty cups of coffee and you know it’s on Come to the dark side, we have candy Yes but do you have coffee?

Is it really picture perfect? Well I'ma wait my turn then 'cause I know we gon' burn it Yeah, picture perfect I, I, I apologize for the times that he hurt you Realize it, you know he don't deserve you If you were mine, girl, I'd show you what you're

We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll We got some laid back country tunes on the radio We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and no where to go Girl I've been at work all week Fingers

I know places Baby I know places we won't be found and they'll be Chasing their tails tryin' to track us down 'Cause I, I know places we can hide, I know places I I I I, I I I I (I I I I, I I I I) I I I I, I I I I, I I You stand with a hand on my waist

For a minute you can use my love, my love, my love I will leave it up to you my love, my love, my love We don't have to be afraid my love, my love, my love I don't need to know your name You're in free fall Got me on hold, but I keep waiting for you Do

And now I see She knows exactly what she's worth to me 'Cause to me it doesn't matter In a girl who wears a dirty shirt You've got a feeling lost inside It just won't let you go Your life is sneaking up behind Is what I'm trying to say Is would you maybe

You know, you actin' like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho This flow is gon' bring more dough You do know but actin' like you don't know Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know We run it, you do know but you actin' like you don't

And I just wanna tell you And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don't I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the

Let's have a good day So what do you say Yeah, Colton, he turned eight years old, three very short long weeks ago And just how long he'll be around, the doctors, they don't even know A Nerf ball, football, in the yard, daddy throws it easy 'cause