I just wanna get to you Anything to get to you, get to you Telling me about your new boo And I don't wanna face the truth, if it's true I need to care to you, carefully, carefully I'm moving carefully Iggin' me, iggin' me It don't make sense to me Send

I suffer well I've killed my fears a thousand times, I've been oppressed I'm digging in and found another reason to confess I set on fire what's out my house so I can see the mess Just take it all and burn it all, until there's nothing left Got amnesia,

You can dance, you can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene Digging the dancing queen You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance You are the dancing queen Young and sweet, only seventeen Dancing queen

Ain't digging for no gold Just somebody to love... unconditional love You never see it coming Then the next thing you know... unconditional love... unconditional love She ain't looking for no diamonds No necesito nada ni a nadie si te tengo aquí Te amo

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

(Car wash, girl) (Work and work) At the car wash You might not ever get rich But let me tell ya it's better than diggin' a ditch There ain't no tellin' who you might meet A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief

The hearts of men In the hearts of men What I tell you, nigga When I come out of jail, what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right Hey Quik, let me get them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars Yeah nigga, time to ride

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

I wanna take a little ride with you I wanna spend a little time with you I wanna sip a little wine with you, oh I'm digging what you're doing I'm trying to keep it cool But you're making it hard, I'm wishing your arms Were wrapping me up tight You shine

A gypsy driftin' down the road I learned quick my eighteenth summer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint