On the day we fell in love Dancing on the hood in the middle of the woods Of an old Mustang, where we sang Songs with all our childhood friends Oops I got ninety-nine problems singing bye, bye, bye Hold up, if you wanna go and take a ride with me Better

You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean But you gotta get away to where the boat leaves from It takes away all of your big problems So get away to where the boat leaves from There's a place, where the boat leaves from It takes away all your

And one of them is how bad I need you 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too 'Cause I got issues But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love

Can’t hold your hand through this shit I help you with all of your problems but (but) You’re becoming one for me too (for me too) Tired of hearin’ about the bills you gotta pay (pay) ‘Cause I got 'em too (I got them too, yeah I got them too) I got real

Counting, on me. Always hoping I'll be There for all of your problems and in turn you're never there for me You sucked the life out of me You hate everything you see I can't take this anymore I always stay when I should leave

'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too No you don't, judge me 'Cause I got issues, but you got 'em too So give 'em all to me and I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory, of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve 'em

You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean But you gotta get away to where the boat leaves from It takes away all of your big problems So get away to where the boat leaves from There's a place, where the boat leaves from It takes away all your

Rather be with you and all your bullshit I'd rather be with you and all your bullshit Rather be with you and all your bull All those silly issues made up in your head You (Yeah babe) Know you got problems You got a lot of problems

I'm so tired We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Of all the problems you've been causin' me Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again I'm holdin'

I want to scream "I love you" from the top of my lungs But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me You can only blame your problems on the world for so long Before it all becomes the same old song As soon as we hit the hospital I know we're gonna leave