And I just wanna tell you And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don't I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the

And I just wanna tell you And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don't I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the

Bad bitches is the only thing that I like Cups with the ice and we do this every night I ain't check the price (I got it) I make my own money so I spend it how I like I'm just living life And let my momma tell it nigga I ain't living right (nope) I ain't

Everyone knows anything goes We are the lotus kids Better take note of this For the story Let's do it all this time Everyone wishing well we go Over the laws of light Over the moon by midnight Things will never be the same

Paul, yo, um So I got your message, I wish you would answer the fuckin' phone No, I don't plan to reply to everybody who fuckin' says something fucked up about me But I will say this, I was reading some comments last night about, like What people are

We do this every night We can get to feeling alright right now Turn it on baby til the sun burns out You ain't gotta say it girl, I know what you like Yeah on this trail trail, a little something to sip sip Don't need no weekend Hands on your hips and do

That kind of lonely Every strand has come unwound Every heart is all worn down Everyone in this room wanted to be somewhere else Well this party's turned a corner Every room is in disorder Now the nightingale won’t sing for us We scared her away Well you

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

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

Every chance I did or I didn't take All the nights I went too far All the girls that broke my heart All the doors that I had to close Thank God for all I missed 'Cause it led me here to this All the things I knew but I didn't know Every stoplight I