Kick back an' get high Hang a sign on the door of my life Tell the world that I've gone missin' An' I won't be back for a while I'm so tired of only wishin' I could leave my troubles behind I wanna be front porch rockin' With a big sun droppin' in a blue

I just wanna freak you with the lights on Girl, you know you bad Like the mic's on right Hope you don't mind I keep my Nikes on, right We can film it all on my IPhone 5 Let me hit in the front Let me hit in the back now To the middle of the club

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

Caught up in this fucking rat trap (666) First the front then the backstab Keep trying to fuck me Now look you make me change to be ugly Me, I tell it like it is Mamma said baby you should never tell a fib Used to think you the fucking shit Not a friend,

Do you wanna be my girl? Let it breathe Do you wanna be my baby? I wake up early in the morning You go to sleep late at night I kinda front like I don't want to Inside I'm losing my mind Don't tell me that you got a boyfriend Don't tell me I'm not your

They told us There'd never come a day They told us that We need not worry So we fucked around, thought This shit would change And turned our eyes away And I watched Through bitter eyes

I was born to run Born to run There's an old man sittin' on a front porch now Talkin' 'bout how it used to be When I was young I was a hell of a man My father died when I was ten I hit the road to find a job Had to feed my family

Je saigne encore (je saigne encore) Par amour, par amour j'ai dû affronter le regard de ton père Par amour j'ai même fait semblant de regarder la mer J'ai su que c'était toi depuis le départ Par amour (j'suis prêt à prendre les armes) Par amour (moi

Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, and somethin' gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Widout a strap, and you gon getcha ass laid down Yea, uhuh, lets take em dere, yea Man Sonny a fed joint, he half way out

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine So this is me swallowing my pride And I go back to December all the time I go back to December