Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on And now they wanna get it in on the balcony Getcha roll on, getcha roll on I know you waitin' on me, baby, can you hold on? Just make sure when I get there, you ain't got clothes on 'Cause you gon' ride that dick to a

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to

Either you're going to lose your mind People where the weather suits my clothes Tears rolling all down from my eyes Woman you must be stone down crazy Yes I said baby you must be stone crazy Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so dirty baby You must

My lil' baby on thick, thick Girl that ass too fat, so don't quit And now she wanna roll You know I like it like that, don't quit You're doin' good right now, don't quit Put your old jeans on, now they won't fit Another one Oh, I drip her down in gold

I know what you wanna hear Truck tires on a two lane rolling River rushing and a warm breeze blowing in Hair all around to the sound Of the radio singing in the background Gravel grinding, while we're finding A little spot I can make a fire in Top

Gon' make me broke The way you make that tushy roll No I ain't wearin' no cape baby Way you make that tushy roll Betty Crocker, got the cakes baby Come serve it up for me though But tonight I'm your hero (I know, I know) Say she wanna get up Want a nigga

You know I've been down for a minute And I've been tryna make my way home My way home, my way home And I done got way, way, way strong But I be on my way home I've been rollin' with 'em hitters And niggas wanna rob me, she wanna rob me My nigga, I've

Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away Day after day I'm more confused Yet I look for the light in the pouring rain You know that's a game that I hate to lose I'm feelin' the strain, ain't it a