I can't let it get me down Change my smile into a frown (I can't let it get me down, change my smile into a frown) Last night and the night before Twenty-five robbers at my door I got up and let 'em in But I missed 'em all with a rollin' pin Alright they

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Tay Keith, this too hard Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy (Run that back, Turbo) I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides We get M's in by the shoe size I don’t fuck with y'all

I got murder on my mind AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9's And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind But I can't let 'em do it I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind) I wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind Bitch I got

Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said don't you know all those little

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Tay Keith, this too hard Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy (Run that back, Turbo) I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides We get M's in by the shoe size I don’t fuck with y'all

Can you see his silhouette? And I've got my mind, made up this time 'Cause there's a menace in my bed Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head Let's cause a little trouble Oh, you make me feel so weak I bet you kiss your knuckles Right before

And you can let your hair down, eh But you gotta keep your head up, oh I know it's hard, know it's hard To remember sometimes Keep your head up, oh Oh, you'll turn out fine Fine, oh, you'll turn out fine You gotta keep your head up, oh, The sun will

I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

Nothin' but blue skies, Hangin' over you and I. Listen to the Goodyear's roll Hummin' through the radio Let it lighten up your load Ain't got no place to go. Watching those fence poles fly, As the miles roll by, Embers in the ashtray,