It’s just a nod to the canon. Shit them all festival, laugh at the beautiful, Simple man Stan can’t stand up on the beautiful, Stickle brick, tickle quick, laugh at the beautiful, Hustle over hot muscle shower, twitch off the beautiful, It’s just a nod

How to love (how to love) Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out Now you in this corner try'na put it together Mm see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever Mm for a second you were here, now you over there It's hard not to stare,

Come on over Come unglued It's not easy To see all of you Help yourselves Help is on the way Well there's nothing to lose So now, I have something to say Maybe we can all recognize a moment of sadness Maybe we can finally agree on a sane point of view

You should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here

That's why we call each other We're so good under covers 'Cause we love how the fire feels No strings, 'cause it isn't real And you love the way I love the way you kiss And we never wanna hold it on It's just the right shade of wrong In the middle of the

I'm trying not to stare, it's too late The blankets over there, if you like I'm broken and I'm colder than hell I should've said I'd not come back here Your breakfast will get cold I really have to go It's easier to lie and be safe Time and time again

I need you more than the sun I can't believe that it's over She's telling me that we're done I should've known all along It's over, it's over Don't tell me it's over You're telling me that we're done Twelve days later and I can't start over I left her,

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

It's not over before it's too late She's all alone again Wiping the tears from her eyes Someday he feels like dying She gets so sick of crying An extraordinary girl She's an extraordinary girl It's not over 'till you're underground This city's burnin'

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car When you hit the ground, check the lost and found Because it ain't my problem now I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles of my own I have