I know that we can make it Just take my hand, we'll make a stand (Hey) It's you and me. The world will see Oh we can make it I would do anything, anything a man can do You're my strength and weakness I give it all for you I would climb any mountain How

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

There's not a thing you can do You're fucked and I am too I can't remember the last time I smiled Behind these eyes there's a devil inside Oh God I know I'm fucked Something is just not right I need to leave this place Out of mind, out of sight My evil

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh To each their own and find peace in knowing Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping Show no emotion, against your coding Just act as hard as you can You don't need a friend Boy,

Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did She a pretty young thing and ain't got no kids She be like, "Slow down daddy ya that ain't too big" And you know I'll beat it

And I don't go giving up There's a little devil in us all Swear everybody in this town just wants to see you fall Baby, it's no fun, so know it's just a game, yeah Oh, keep running outta love When I'm running outta love, love No, let's say I've had

Ooh, I don't know what to do Why don't you play the game? Last night I had a dream about you In this dream I'm dancing right beside you And it looked like everyone was having fun The kind of feeling I've waited so long Don't stop, come a little closer As

And that's why I, I, I, I, Oh, I love that little girl of mine This little girl of mine Do you know that this little girl of mine Wella, oh yeah I want you people to know I take her everywhere I go One day I looked at my suit

And all I gotta do Hey, me or you Oh, all I want to know Who'd I do this for With just a touch of my burning hand Prime directive, exterminate And your face just drops in a pile of flesh Till it pumps in death

Gettin' high, chillin' with my bros Gettin' high, blazin' with the bros And you know I got a gang of pre-rolls Talkin' 'bout these hoes, yeah Tryna dodge these hoes Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woah, oh, woah It's gon' be your favorite song