Lean with me, pop with me Get high with me if you rock with me Smoke with me, drink with me Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys Drugs got me sweatin', but the room gettin' colder Lookin' at the devil and the angel on my shoulder Will I die tonight? I

Broken summer, broken summer To us, back to us Pulling on my sweatshirt, looking at your picture 'Cause that broken summer's hanging over me Drowning in the sunshine, and I spend a long time Thinking, girl, you got the best of me Hopping on a flight,

You nasty boy I got you breaking into a sweat Got you hot, bothered, and wet Nasty, naughty boy Oh baby, for all it's worth I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind Put your icing on my cake Come here, big boy Ah, mm, yeah

We come from Back in the hollers We got sweat On our blue collars The living's hard But the living's good You see God sent The heavens down And hung 'em 'round My neck of the woods

A la la la la long, a la la la la long long li long long long Girl I want to make you sweat Sweat till you can't sweat no more And if you cry out Push it, push it some more Looking in your big brown eyes And I've got this to say to you I'm gonna push it

You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got The magnificent seven Don't stop, yeah You're frettin', you're sweatin' What have we got? Yeah, ooh Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M. Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face

To love again I'ma show you how, show you how, show you how Say my name, I wanna hear you call Hold me close, I wanna feel your heart I'm in a cold sweat and I want you bad Now you got me all in my head, like damn You love how you push me to the point of

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech I be ballin’ like Mike and them I got two TECs like I fight the ref Pussy boy know it’s on sight for him Came up on some bands Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants He did

Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat Everybody gotta have Flesh - you got me all soakin' wet The day rolls in, the night rolls out Desire rules without a doubt The heart beats fast, you salivate And when you come, it won't be late I guess by

Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life