So what, so what We can get sauced up Forever we're young, we'll never get old 'Cause when I get sauced up I be like so what I don't want no problems, I want power I'm drivin', you follow Blame it on drunk love We can explain it all tomorrow

Baby, I'm so glad you're over here Now I get to show you all the things That I been wanting to show you for such a long time Don't say nothin' Picture this you and me in the kitchen babe, on the counter Feeding each other fruits babe Straight from there

I want you to keep rocking me You can rock me baby You can rock me all night long Rock me baby, rock me baby, rock me baby, huh Little girl, you can rock me all night long, now oh, now Just keep on rockin' me little girl, girl Honey 'till my back ain't

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

Until you use me up Oh you just keep on using me until you use me up My friends feel it's their appointed duty They keep trying to tell me all you want to do is use me But my answer yeah to all that use me stuff Is I want to spread the news that if it

Broken hearts make it rain Sweet-faced ones with nothing left inside I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know That we all can love, that we all can love, that we all That we all can love, that we all can love, that we all When I

Celebrate livin' And I want to celebrate I could've been dead I could've been in prison So I'ma celebrate Celebrate ballin' Back then I had no phone Now all these bitches callin' Smoke, drink, blow checks

If I wanted, I could take you from your man (please believe it) With my eyes closed, I could have you eating out the palm of my hand And all your little girlfriends, too (No you can't, you're a playa, I don't want you) Yes I can, and I will if I, if I

We’ll let you guys prophesy We gon' see the future first I'll mean something to you These bitches want Nikes They looking for a check Tell em it ain't likely Said she need a ring like Carmelo Must be on that white like Othello All you want is Nikes

Nothing's right, nothing's wrong Just a feeling I was there, but I'm gone You once said your love wasn't worth it all It's too late, late for this I don't need my heart wanting any more You can't wait, wait for this I was right all along If I tried to