Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that!) Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?! Talking a whole bunch of shit That I ain't trying to hear! Yeek yeek woop woop! I ain't playing around!

I can't feel my face when I'm with you She told me, don't worry about it She told me, don't worry no more We both know we can't go without it She told me you'll never be in love, oh, oh, woo But I love it, but I love it, oh And I know she'll be the death

High, baby, baby (Woo) Don't kill my high, don't kill my high, baby, baby 'Cause I'm on one and I can't feel my feet on the ground 'Cause I'm on one and I just wanna stay up here right now I'm on one and I just wanna stay up here right now Too high to

You can pretty lie and say it's okay You can pretty smile and just walk away Pretty much fake your way through anything But you can't cry pretty You can't turn off the flood when the dam breaks When all your mascara is going to waste When things get

Long gone baby Lets get out of this town tonight Nothing but dust in the shadows Gone by morning light Somewhere we wont ever get caught, never be found Baby lets just get out of this town Got it all figured out inside of my head There's a bag packed up

Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! I said go, go Johnny! Said oh, go Johnny! You better be good Johnny B. Goode Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood

I guess I'm gonna have to cry And let go of some things I've loved To get to the other side It's sad but sometimes Moving on with the rest of your life Starts with goodbye I guess it's gonna have to hurt I guess it's gonna break me down Like fallin' when

Baa, baa, black sheep Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir Three bags full One for the master One for the dame And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane Three bags full.

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out Everybody thrash now before we cash out Let's fucking thrash now before we cash out Cashed out, g-got me cashed out This is my life, where the fuck do I