My mama she don't worry no more, they try to build me up, they can't Take me down (let's settle), in this time and in this city I gotta make That money because the mama still hungry, mama still hungry, I'm gonna Be a dad it ain't no baby, take care of my

The reasons that I can't stay, don't have a thing to do with being in love I don't know why you gotta be angry all the time You ain't the only one who feels like this world's left you far behind Here we are What is left of a husband and a wife with four

We've got the words if you've got the melody We've got the time if you've got the place to be And we're not gonna stop We've got tonight to make every memory Until we set it off Ready or not, 'cause we're gonna make you see We're not gonna stop We're

Wasted on each other We can try to stop this bruising, we can be like novacaine There's a high we keep on choosing, we don't wanna change it Everybody calls us foolish, they don't know how foolish tastes Every time we try to fight it, we just end up

This is the end That this time I can't keep breaking up with you You messed with my heart babe Now it's black and blue But love isn't fair And I can't keep lying

Baby's on fire O jirre god se jesus O jirre god se Jesus She got me going from She got me going fuckin crazy since Boom, boom boom It's show time, motherfucker, it's on Apocalypse now, I'm dropping this bomb You can't fuck with this song

I can't stop thinking 'bout you I can't get high, I can't get by, I can't get through (I want you all) 3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me Music blasting, shaking these walls This time Mary Jane won't save me I've been working later, I've been drinking

Beware, my foolish heart For this time, it isn't fascination Or a dream that will fade and fall apart It's love, this time it's love, my foolish heart The scene is set for dreaming Love's knocking at the door But oh my heart, I'm reluctant to start For

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself. I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go. Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else. Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy