I drink to that, yeah yeah Don't let the bastards get ya down Turn it around with another round There's a party at the bar Cheers to the freakin' weekend Yeah yeah yeah Oh let the Jameson sink in Everybody putcha glasses up and I drink to that (yeah yeah

Don't let me let me stop you From doing what you wanna do You don't wanna stick just me it's cool Take no chance getting over you No no don't let me let me stop you If you wanna leave baby you can leave Just don't pretend that you're into me If it ain't

In the dark Give me reasons we should be complete You should be with him, I can't compete You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well I don't wanna slow dance (I don't want to slow dance) I don't want a friend (just me) I want my life in two (my

As a fair warning to everyone listening to this song I advise you to not hide your feelings Don’t pretend to be okay when you’re not okay Don’t pretend to be happy when you’re sad It’ll only lead to your misery Don't you fucking hate it when you hear my

There's no afterlife you don't come back from death So when you leave this earth, when your heart stops you'll see There's no choir of angels there's no gods to meet But let me tell you my friends that when it ends it just ends I know you feel like

Waiting for your spaceship to land Singing to her belly just to let you know Somebody loves you, you got a friend Even if you don't know it yet Somebody loves you, we're making plans She been in the lab, cooking you up Damn, you growing fast, it's like

It's a love without end, amen Let me tell you a secret about a father's love A secret that my daddy said was just between us He said daddies don't just love their children every now and then I got sent home from school one day with a shiner on my eye

Who's your daddy, who's your baby? Don't you sweat it Everything is waiting inside for you Who's your buddy, who's your friend? And who's the one guy that you come runnin' to I got the money if you got the honey Let's cut a deal let's make a plan Who's

I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah!) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah!) Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (Yeah!) Hmm, ain’t fucking with no off-brand bitch (Yeah!) Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Ooh, I'm feelin' like