Woah, what a wonderful night Woah, watch me glisten in ice Woah, don't this shit look real nice? Woah, tryna feel all the vibes I don't know what's the deal And I'm just tryna feel, feel Tryna feel it Ayy, ooh your love, it fill me up Ooh, tryna feel

Ooh, gold, woah When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold (Ooh, gold, woah Ooh, gold, woah) (Who can you trust) First comes the blessing of all that

Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh But we just keep holding on For the brighter days I can see the brighter days I can see the sun breaking through those clouds Heaven knows we're all afraid Tell me where I'm going wrong We don't have to be alone Woah-oh-oh-oh

You know you fit the position From the first time I saw you Say she waan the work Girl let me see your application Make me employ you Let me see your application Let me employ you Ya, oh oh oh Ey no no no, oh woah

Oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry? It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie? I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore We were young and drinking

Woah, oh-oh-oh In your snapback Those stars need to be wished on Your skin needs to be kissed on My eyes, baby, they're fixed on you in your snapback T-shirt of your favorite rock band Checkin' your make-up in my Ray Bans Strictly outta curiosity What

Let the dominos fall, woah oh oh Watch it all crash, come tumbling down (Watch it all crash, come tumbling down) Watch it all crash, come tumbling down (tumbling down) 'Cause we've gone too far, no place to hide We set the world alight There's still so

Whoa whoa, whoa Wake up fuck your bitch before I pee ('fore I piss) Wash my fucken hands and brush my teeth (brush my teeth) Side arm bitch you know thats right on me (right on me) Red rag tied around my neck, bitch, ooh VVS them diamonds in my necklace

That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on