J'ai dit comportement bah ouais Comportement bah ouais J'suis dans mon comportement bah ouais Les mecs ont bombé le torse ah ouais Les poches remplies d'oseille ah ouais J'ai calé, calé l'affaire Laissez, laissez-moi faire Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

Cold blooded, cold blooded Surrounded by your skin You feel my heartbeat Vibrate so violent Inside of your head I see it in your eyes You're no good for me And love is blind Oh, and cold blooded

It's such a crying, crying, crying shame It's such a tight game Will it ever stop? It's such a crying, crying crying shame How will this all play out? Both sides out of mind now By now we should know how to communicate instead of coming to blows We're on

You've been really good Take that step you’re the life of the party Know that step you’re the life of the party (Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah) Hello, welcome to the other side You're lost Baby step outside your mind You've been thinking 'bout

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

I dropped the ball, yeah I fumbled Oh, that's probably why you're never here All my diamonds cold like cold soda Oh, yeah, yeah That's probably why you're never here I'm mature enough to say it I'm mature enough to own up to it

I'm too tired to try Let's not be afraid of our reflections It's not only you you're looking at now Gave me directions but it's all the same, oh no Let's not get ahead of ourselves now There's no need for raid it's our own parade Ooh you're looking at

John Deere lunch kid and a thermos full of Kool Aid September harvest and I missed another school day 14 hours worth of dirt and there were lessons learned Waist deep in those fields of gold 7 tons of steel and a twelve year old Working hard just to keep

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh I can't let you pass me by You could be the one that could mess me up You could be the one that'll break me All them other girls said they had enough You could be the one that'll take me I was solo, living YOLO