She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

I wanna go one on one with you You a one of one Back to the front with you You, you my only one You my number one One on one, and I want you to want me too You, you a one of one Don't let 'em make you regret it

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

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,

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

Unwind, unwind, unwind it When life gets too tight it's time to unwind it Kick back on the front porch with a cold one in my hand I've had my nose on that work-a-day grindstone Gonna get my chill on tonight and I've been wound up too tight, I've been

Front to the back And we make the beat go! Front, front, front, front Front, front

Start buss a whine Buss a whine Step to the front a the line Major lazer, lazer Back up back up, dumpa truck Mek yuh rude suh, whine that up Every gyal a whine dung low When them bruk out suh I don't know When foot start cock up and bumpa a back up

Back to the front Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away

Alright alright, all day all night I'm just tryna move up front They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) Lil more of this, lil less of