Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, you gon' make me turn up on you Treat you like princess Rest in heaven, Diana Piquing my interest She got peak like Montana England breeds proper girls Where are all your good manners? Reply with pleasantries

Well I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time Sometimes I wonder is this the end of the line No one should take advantage of who they are No man has got it made If he thinks he does, he's wrong Every mother's son better hear what I say

You've got your whole life to lead Wave goodbye to the past It's pulling you under It's not the first time, and they're getting deeper More and more your demeanor looks like quicksand It seems like your giving up, giving up on everything you worked for

We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there

When a man gives you his hat, he's livin' on borrowed time I got a bad habit slowly sinkin' in I got a bad habit now slowly sinkin' in Got me hearin' voices, seein' through my skin The shoe fits so I wore it but I left one lace untied Just a bad habit

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Sometimes it's better to lie than say all the things I got on my mind Sometimes I wonder if I'm livin' my life waiting to die You can hate me, I don't mind And you could hate me, I don't mind Small dog in that big town Little dog in

Go, go, go, little queenie Standin' over by the record machine Looking like a model On the cover of a magazine She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen I got lumps in my throat When I saw her comin' down the aisle I got the wiggles in my knees When

Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities (we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off) I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee Affiliated

You got the love To see me through Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care" But you've got the love I need I know I can count on you Sometimes it seems the going is just too rough And