I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (True) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it Hold up! Bitches simmer down (uh) Takin' hella

Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway Get in girl, we'll roll 'til the dirt road ends You can climb up in that back seat With your pretty little bare feet Got our innocence Just like we're 17 again To climb out your window Get the butterflies like we

Now blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found

And I can't feel my face no more Oh no the bottle's low Oh no we up in smoke And I can't feel my face no more I'm so high So everybody get down like you just got out of rehab And everybody get down like you just got out of rehab Let's get fucked up, put

And tie me, tie me down, down (down) And tie me, tie me down, down Hold me up, tie me down 'Cause I never wanna leave your side Swear to never let you down And it's been eatin' me alive You can take me home You can never let me go Hold me up, hold me up

Here comes the showdown What goes around comes around Here comes the showdown, oh And the crowds are waiting, oh 'Cause if we break up Then we can make up Shake my booty all night

We can send this bitch up, it can't go down Memories don't live like people do They always 'member you Whether things are good or bad It's just the memories that you have Reliving the past Rock star bitch call me Elvis M.O.B, she call me selfish

You take your all right, you take your can't wait An' mix it all up with some down home southern drawl, y'all You got your yee haw It's five o'clock, just got paid I'll be off the next two days No more workin' like dogs No more leash, no more boss I've

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? So high Can we get much higher? You might think you've peeped the scene You haven't The real one is far to mean The wattered down, the one you know Was made up centuries ago

That tobacco town where I grew up The tailgate down on a jacked up truck A ring we earned 'cause we owned that state A tombstone with my daddy's name Has got my compass losing North And I need someone to remind me who I am Carolina can Now the six string