Ay, tell me what you gon' see looking back at yo' life Looking back at yo' life Who the fuck is that? Yeah, bitch, it's me, it's me So humble, I'm so humble Won't be worth for damn if you ain't living it right All we know is stripes, learned to die for

Come closer Oh-oh, oh, yeah Let's take a jet to Aruba, I know it sounds nice, ooh You gon' fall into my trap, you gon' fall right through Even when you're with your lover and your phone's on mute When I call you an Uber, you gon' come right through Need

We're gonna be alright Baby you just gotta make up your mind Oh yeah, oh yeah Baby, don't you know All o'them tears gon' come and go That every little thing is gonna be alright We decide it Baby don't you know

What are we here for? Let's be an example right now We don't wanna regret this Don't say maybe later then maybe turns too late, oh What are we doing alone staring up at the moon? Know our night is waiting, oh yeah Do you wanna go or do you wanna stay? I

You and me were kids I refuse to look back thinking days were better Just because they're younger days I don't know what's 'round the corner Back when we were kids Swore we would never die Yeah, perfect disasters Way I feel right now I swear we'll never

I got too much sauce, sauce Know what to do with it You don't know what to do with it (Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right) There's too much sauce in the food for you Too much sauce Even though, I'm good without you I'm fucking with you

It gets inside your head, then you know And then then you know Sit back and relax and love and make yourself feel right Whoa, yeah yeah, whoa whoa I feel the love coming over you I feel the power coming over you Peaking around the corner and I know

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

Yeah you learn to fly and if you can't then you just free-fall May we all know that nothing ain't cool 'til you wear the new one The sound of a quarter rollin' down a jukebox Play the Travis Tritt right above the 2Pac For you get lost down some road Slow