I can't even keep 'em all straight Do we mean what we say We got lines crossed all over the place, yeah I can't tell if I'm winning or losing Somebody tell me what are we doing Nobody ever comes out on top Tell me are we ever gonna stop Playing these

We're all in, we're all in love, yeah 'Cause after the afterparty, we're gonna keep it goin' We're gonna rip it up, the neighbors might complain Monday to Sunday doing it our way RiRi on replay, cheers to the weekday Uh huh, hey, uh huh, Monday to

Not a damn thing changed Tryna sit still, keep looking at the main aim Always doing me so I have to maintain Not a damn thing changed, just sticking to the game plan I'm just spittin' words out my mouth I'm glad I got somewhere to go Keep pouring out the

Let's go, let's go, come on baby keep on doing what you're doing Now let me see that booty work, booty work, booty boo boo booty work Booty work, booty work, boo boo boo boo booty work Go ahead, (left cheek, right side, double cheek, do it) Left cheek,

Look at her go, yeah she know what she doing Go go, go, do it girl She walked, wobble-dy wobble-dy Drop, drop it like it's hot Come on baby, keep on doing what you doing Wobble-dy wobble-dy drop, drop it like it's hot Yellow Nuvo got me wobbling back to

Motherfucker, I'm gone Motherfucker you ain't my accountant You don't know what I'm doing Focusing on what I'm giving back Man, make better music Fuck preaching on top of the mountain, people can see through it Keeping my name in your mouth, just don't

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them hard times away from my door Turpentine and dandelion wine I've turned the corner and I'm doing fine Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine Got a fire

Head, cars, bending Drink, fuck, spew Telephone you If you're alone in your room, what's that boy doing? Keep your voice low Stop looking at my friends They get exactly what you say Can we go now? Not staying 'til the end

All or nothing If you go all in, you got a lot to lose, my friend If you say "all in", you don't get to choose again You know what you're doing, but the clock is ticking Give it your best and then you're onto something And keeps on getting closer, closer

If I want to Jim Jones painting in a blue bedroom Keep your pretty promise to yourself Psychic Television and Death in June Look out 'cause you know what you're doing