And the craziest thing you'll ever do And so you come to me with your questions On a subject on which I'm well-versed Though I'm still as dumbfounded as the first time I found her It's either a blessing or a curse Although I cannot offer solutions It

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

You know I dreamed about you I wanna hurry home to you Put on a slow, dumb show for you and crack you up So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain God, I'm very, very frightened, I'll overdo it For twenty-nine years before I saw you I missed you for, for

I'm alone and I'm an easy target They knew all along They're not dumb, they were so wrong She's not always fun Hate it now, call when I'm done Pieces fell in place Puzzles suck, laugh in my face Turn and swing the pace

Dumb plus dumb equals you Didn't get it the first time And I may not be Einstein Simple math Our love divided by the square root of pride Multiply your lifeless time I'm going out of my mind But don't think I've been so blind

We are we are We are alive, and we have the light shining down We are we are, we are the reckless You can hear us drowning of the sound We are we are, young and dumb Always chasing something We are we are, hearts like drums You can hear us coming Life’s

This is stupid, I'm not stupid Don't talk to me like I'm stupid I still love you, but I just can't do this I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid To tell me lies Hmm stupid in love Oh, stupid in love, hmm Let me tell you something

Maybe it's just jealousy Mixed up with a violent mind A circumstance that doesn't make much sense Or maybe I'm just dumb I don't know you but I think I hate you You're the reason for my misery Strange, how you've become my biggest enemy And I've never

With the same old song About the same old love And the same old strum I may be country but I'm not dumb It goes on and on Now I love country music And I guess I always will But these days when I turn on the radio

Cold and still Irregular sculpture I'm an iron rooster Held against my will An iron rooster Have you ever been dumb enough to do what you wanted to do Without good reason coming over you? Have you ever been young enough to feel what you wanted to feel?