I just have a gut feeling Don't know why I don't know what it was, really But the more we touch, the more it starts killing me Got the answers that I need Intuition telling me

The city don't forgive, no Sipping our love All you need to know, baby girl, I'm drunk Tell me how you mixing, what you pouring in my cup? Tell me if you came to party Tell me or you got somebody The city don't forget nobody Only one minute to midnight

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball I don't need no friends, I just wanna win I got this new Benz and it's all I need She listen to her friends, they wanna get in She don't understand that they'll slob on me If I let 'em, ain't gon'

What ya got on tonight I miss you baby It's drivin' me crazy All I think about lately Is, girl I gotta have it You're makin' me imagine Show me what I'm missin' Girl I need a picture Of what ya got on tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

Silent ride home, silent ride I can't lie, I'm detached, I need guidance, uh I've been dyin', uh, I've been fighting, uh Got this voice in my mind, won't be quiet Silent ride home Out of sight, look, uh, out of mind, yeah, uh I got all these voices in my

Whole lotta lovin', lovin', lovin', lovin' Whole lotta lovin' For a whole lotta lovin' Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? are you down? Are you down? You got me, I got you and that's all that I need When I wake in the morning Finally

Now add tequila! When life gives you limes You make margaritas! You take it all with a grain of salt And realize sometimes it ain't your fault You got something you don't wanna remember That's when you need to just throw it in a blender And have a good

(Stoopid rich) Big house on the hill in amongst the trees I got anything you want, anything you need I got fucking champagne, I got weed Cause I'm a mother fucking baller, I'm a lord Got a little baby daughter so I go hard When they see how I'm living

Where do they go? They come here To drown in their sorrow and cry in their beer They’re in need of a mind-bender I’m a bartender At the end of the day I’m all they’ve got Hope on the rocks Brady was a baseball star