Why you want to trip on me Why you want to trip on me Stop trippin' Ooh stop trippin' Yeah stop trippin' Everybody just stop trippin' They say I'm different They don't understand But there's a bigger problem

I'll be here for you, here for you Well I'm here for you, I'm here for you, you, you I'm here for you, yeah, I'm here for you, you, you We'll be passing by And they'll be wasting time Just waiting for new And while they're chasing darks We'll be dancing

I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees Yeah, she wanna get married I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask But she don't wanna marry me She wants to get married,

If that's what you wanna do (oh, yeah) And love me (yeah) And hey, would you Like to look outside sometimes? (No) I'm just with my friends online And there's things we'd like to change Next thing you'll find you're reading 'bout yourself On a plane,

Ain't goin' in All my niggas outside We been hangin' outside Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah automatic Yeah always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah Where I'm at is static, but it ain't got traffic, yeah Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip

Way over town That's good to me oh, yeah Well, I've got a woman Say I've got a woman I've got a woman She saves her lovin' early in the morning Just for me Don't you know she's alright She give me money When I'm in need

Car wash yeah At the car wash (Car wash, yeah) (Work and work) And the boss don't mind sometimes if you act a fool Whoa whoa whoa whoa

Wild like wild life I'm not done yet, pass me the bottle It's two AM, let's hit the throttle Drink in my cup, hands going up Let's hit the dance floor and get I could show you how to live the wild life (wild life) Yeah, no telling what I might do When

I can't explain it, but you're gonna love this So crazy outrageous, simply unstoppable Blah, yeah, simple Honey, I'm a fine boy, no pimples I've done deja-vu with the dimples And fuckin' everybody wants me on their single My mom 44 years with no wrinkles

This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go (let's go) When we ride to that rider music, let's go Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back