Skylarking, skylarking That's what youth do today Before they stand up firm on their feet Get a likkle work, a likkle work And earn their bread honestly Beggin' you a five cent, sir Beggin' you a ten cent, sir Cannot help, no, cannot help So if you all

How can you deny the blood That's flowing through you My brother, you love her But don't give up your instincts Hang onto you know what They'll be gone fast as you blink

I ain't stoned on what you think Just an afternoon sun that's starting to sink I ain't drunk on nothing you can buy Just a kiss from a woman and a look in her eye What I'm on you don't need much It's a little goes a long way kinda stuff I'm high on life

Don't worry 'bout me You should worry 'bout you, yeah, yeah Keep doing what you do best, babe That's loving only yourself, babe You should worry 'bout you (Oh, oh) Yeah, that's your problem, so fix it 'Cause I ain't none of your business Now I've been

Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver That's exactly what I'm gon' do, do I know you got the message, I deliver He know, he know this He know, he knows this He know what's coming when I come through I never hit or miss, he know I always come through

You do it to yourself And that's what really hurts You and no-one else Is you do it to yourself, just you You do it to yourself you do Can't get the stink off He's been hanging around for days Comes like a comet Suckered you but not your friends

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin When you see me in the club Angelina show me love You got me fucked up Like you don't know what's up All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it Brad, Brad, Pitt Slick shit man that's all we do hoe That little homie let me

I could give you double, baby I could change your whole damn life in a day Why would you wait on a train that's never coming, girl? Yeah, I know you don't wanna be that girl that's fucking what's his face He ain't gonna rock with ya, talk with ya all the

I found the price of love and lost my mind I'd do it all again and won't think twice Won't think twice Well, you're no angel I never asked you to be You're my danger 'cause that's just what I need But it still hurts me Well, sometimes I wonder what is

When you play a country song backwards It sounds a little crazy A little scattered and absurd But that's what you get You get your house back You get your dog back You get your best friend Jack back You get your truck back You get your hair back