Oh woah oh oh woah oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, people like us we've gotta stick together It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom We are all misfits living in a world on fire Everybody wants to throw it all

Everybody tellin' me I need to change But then y'all gon' complain when a nigga change Bossed up you sayin' lately he ain't been the same Fuck it y'all just wanna hate me anyways Fuck it yeah the money gettin' to my brain Yeah, I think I'm all that with

All for the love of Growin' it up Cut it down Pass it around Everybody loves some Makes you happy Girls get horny When they use it

Get your shine on Get your Get your, Everybody here is feelin' your vibe Eyes glued, hands up 'cause you're doin' in right So, don't be shy now Show a little, You know I like it when you,

Get over it Get over it, get over it I turn on the tube and what do I see A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me" They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of

I'll kiss all the women Get punched in the head I'll drink 'til it's empty Stay out 'til it's late You could offer the world, baby I'll wake up at midday and marry my bed But I'll take this instead Everybody's got somebody Yeah, yeah, yeah

When the girls walk by we'll be like, hey y'all If we get it right they'll be like, hey y'all Wanna rock with us tonight? Hey y'all, damn right. Come on now everybody, whether you're in a bar, in a club, Or just kicking it country style, VIP in the back

This river is wild Listen to the sound of the world Don't watch it turn Lets you go I never did get along with everybody else But you know I could stay here And watch the clouds fall from the sky Godspeed ya, boy

Slow down, you're gonna crash, Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Look out, you've got your blinders on I'm American made apple pie Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right. I was born

These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid Yeah, Project Baby Sniper Gang Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang bang I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that