Oh yeah yeah, oh ooh oh Falling like the rain so, we ain't running out Falling like the rain so we ain't running out Oh yeah yeah yeah oh whoa whoa whoa Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Catcha' player by the toe If you want to let him go Men be falling like the

I'm falling in love with your default picture. Whoa, oho, oho, whoa, Hey I got a feeling in my bones that I can't get rid off But that's probably the base Can't get this picture out my mind, that I've seen on Twitter The one of your face Girl I'm just

You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache You got the best of me Oh, can't you see? Whoa, can't you see? Can't you see? You're bringin' on the heartache Takin' all the best of me Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans

You're my angel, you're my angel tonight Yeah I'm never gonna let you down (I got you baby) I just gotta tell you now ('cause my heart can't wait girl) Whoa oh oh I've been given, whoa oh oh a piece of heaven Whoa oh oh yeah you're my angel, you're my

Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

Cause nobody's sad on a Saturday night. Winner's and loser's we got each other The world looks better in neon lights Some Johnny Cougar, some southern comfort It goes whoa whoa here we go rock&roll rodeo The world looks better in neon lights Working all

(Why you so jealous) over me (why you so jealous?) (Why you catchin' feelings) jealousy over me (why you catchin' feelings?) Whoa, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, yeah This time's not done, but I'm drinking now Unless they find ya', intertwine with me She don't like

Stomp your hands Clap your feet To the beat Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Woo-woo yeah Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead

Child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm a grown-ass man child, baby (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand I'm a grown-ass man child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I crush brunch like a mother, hold the bread like a hustler Wife was the light of