We've got it, we've got it, we've got it made Were having the best time, living the fast life Thinking were just too damn young to die Can't wait for next time to see all the bright lights To see it all Driving the fast lane out on the freeway Tell us to

The last time I freaked out, I just kept lookin' down I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout Felt like I couldn't breathe, you asked what's wrong with me My best friend Lesley said, "Oh she's just being Miley" The next time we hang

I want to get next to you Sittin' here in this chair waitin' on you Oh, baby, to see things my way But not a word do you say You won't even look my way Girl I'm spendin' my dimes, wastin' my time Talkin' till I'm black and blue Uh, can't you see Dreams

Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" God said, "No" Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but The next time you see me comin', you better run" Well, Abe said, "Where d'you want this

I was hardly home, workin' 3 to 3, seems like another time Feels like another time, there will be another time I'll get to, forget you And if you think about me, I'm 'bout to think about you Me and you cheer for my Lamborghini flexin' Workin' in the East

I can see us in a house next year You'll be making your mind up You can figure out what goes where Everybody needs something all the fuckin' time It doesn't come that easy anyway Every time I try it never feels the way it did at the start This one for my

Next time you point a finger But the way I, way I see it I might have to bend it back I'll point you to the mirror And break it, break it off (I'll point you to the mirror) You don't have to believe me Can't make my own decisions

A better lover What do I gotta do, yeah (what do I gotta do?) And lovin' you right, only gets harder, ooh Just give me some time so I can be a better lover It seems like breakin' your heart is the easiest part What do I gotta do, gotta do? You saw me

I was down but now I can see The pain, the hurt, the misery Oh Lord, it's been a long time The death, the lies, in lies the truth All that it is, what was, ain't true Doing my best I'll try and get it next time This cross you bare I've come to carry for

Mira, mira, mira, mira, mira My body goes in a fever I don't know when I'm next gon' see ya But I know I like it when I see ya You call me on FaceTime, no filter Mmm, I'ma keep you thirsty for longer Don't snap no pussy for the long term If it don't