I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

To another long work week gone I might stay for one more round But don't think for a second I'm out to drown your memory Or I might close this place down Baby you ain't worth the whiskey. I don't care that you done me wrong 'Cause I've already moved on I

When you fall for the wrong one I just wanna know You know how it goes I love you, I hate you It ain't cool, it's fucked up Crazy how two people fall in love with each other Just to turn around and hurt one another It's fucked up 'Cause you know how it

Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich Yeah

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

It ain't you No it ain't me That's not the way Love's supposed to be And it's just no good No it ain't right For you to be sitting all alone Crying every night You're down on your knees

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

To use me for good We ain't leaving this room So girl, leave your boots by the bed Till someone needs medical help Or the magnolias bloom It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood So cover me up and know you're enough Cover me up and

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Tell me who's taking you home Who's taking you home Girl before this night is gone And there ain't nobody better (Ain't nobody better) And we're the flyest in this party We're supposed to be together (Supposed to be together)