I'm good for a laugh Good for a beer Baby, I'm good 'till Good gets here I dig a ditch or dig on me tonight I ain't bad, I do alright She said, what makes you think You could be my one and only? How do I know you just won't leave me lonely?

The way she moves me probably gonna die young Oh my, I'm gonna die, send my soul to the by and by I can't breathe, I'm gonna be pushin' up a daisy 'fore the old gets me She's so fine, matter of time, sooner than later gonna flat line Hot little angel's

She only gets stoned when you ain't home And I know bro code and I ain't breakin' it But bro, you got yourself a situation, bro You better get your girl home, boy You better take yourself home, boy You better tell her you love her, you need her 'Cause if

False alarm (hey, hey, hey, hey) False alarm (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) She loves everybody Can't you tell by the signs? She gets off all the time It's a dark philosophy And it haunts her constantly She's a false alarm Bathroom stalls for the powder nose

She only gets stoned when you ain't home And I know bro code and I ain't breakin' it But bro, you got yourself a situation, bro You better get your girl home, boy You better take yourself home, boy You better tell her you love her, you need her 'Cause if

You'll find another life to live I know that you'll get over it She's sippin' Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie, she said we

She gets everything she wants She gets everything for free She will fuck up your whole life With her little Gucci coochie Getting real paid since she livin' in L.A seem fucking bored Boy, don't touch what you can't afford

She turns every head when she walks by Lights up the room with her pretty smile But you better stay away when she gets mad 'Cause she can make your world fall apart When she loves she loves with all her heart And that makes me a lucky man She can do no

She only gets stoned when you ain't home And I know bro code and I ain't breakin' it But bro, you got yourself a situation, bro You better get your girl home, boy You better take yourself home, boy You better tell her you love her, you need her 'Cause if

That may be all I need In darkness, she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Driving slow on Sunday morning But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do That someday it would lead me back to you And I never want to leave Sunday