Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

Then we slide into the arms of someone else Yeah, we slide into the arms of someone else In disguise, we get a little better at controlling ourselves around midnight Nobody wants to, nobody wants to From the hot strobe lights and the spiked punch bliss

And a lot more action With a little less talk A little less talk If you please A lot more loving Is what I need Let's get on down To the main attraction I was getting kinda tired

Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things are gonna get brighter Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then

Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to

If you're ever gonna find a silver lining It's gotta be a cloudy day, It's gotta be a cloudy day You're gonna have to stand in the rain, You gotta get a little dirt on your hands Woke up on the wrong side of rock bottom You're all out of pennies, and the

But I'm learning my worth is more than your word I tried to fit in, I got sick of it You say I'm just a loser in the background I can never seem to get it right I was born a little bit different I was born just a little bit different You told me I would

Full of things to look back on Don't forget the little moments They're the ones that mean the most When the way home seems so far away Take 'em out and hold them close And take a picture with your father 'Cause one day he'll be gone And don't forget to

I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar My Buddy Jake said hey its spring break so I picked him up in my truck We rode into

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse This your man Royce Da 5'9" This your dude Crooked I Man, Jump off Joe Beezy It's Joell Ortiz Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember Little niggas get your weight up fuck y'all, pay up My bars