All the Pinot, Pinot Grigio girls Watch your blues turn gold Keep it real cold 'Cause it's a fired-up world Oh, oh, make it all make sense Pour your heart out Oh, oh, does it all make sense? I was twenty-three She was thirty-five

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Seasons of love How about love? Remember the love Measure in love Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets In midnights, in cups

Sexy as can be Sting like bumble bee You've got women Pretty little women Now if her daddy's rich Take her out for a meal And if her daddy's poor Then do as you feel Speedin' down the lane even Thought the speed limit's twenty five

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing Forty thousand in my pocket (you see it) Another twenty on the way (you see it, ay) I got a fish for a dollar (you see it, uh) Five hundred for the Jays (you see it, ay) I get money out the ass (you see it) I

Twenty five to life Too late for the other side Caught in a chase Caught in a change I cant keep chasing 'em I'm taking my life back I don't think she understands the sacrifices that I've made

Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife You just might miss your babies growing like mine did Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your

You can't control me no more Cleopatra, patra, patra Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty You're older, you're colder You can't control me no more Cleopatra, patra (patra), patra (patra) We grow old, our hearts are dim But

What a way to go Twenty five years working for the state Saved all your money, got a good rate Always thinking 'bout that pension plan The day of retirement, the promised land, well Got a finish off that swimming pool Get some umbrellas, don't wanna be

Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife You just might miss your babies growing like mine did Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your

The color of the sun and his eyes were green He had the nerve and he had the blood The Tennessee stud was long and lean There was never a horse like the Tennessee stud Back about eighteen and twenty five I left Tennessee very much alive I never would've