Run away fast as you can Runaway from me baby You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douche bags Let's have a toast for

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets

Why don't hook up the old Winnebago Baby, why don't we go Rolling down a two-lane Park it right, by the lake night Catch a little moonlight Open all the windows You and me in the middle of nowhere We'll build a fire As soon as we get there

I'm gonna make it anyway It's not right, but it's okay Pack your bags up and leave Close the door behind you leave your key I'd rather be alone than unhappy And don't you dare come running back to me It's not right but it's okay Friday night you and your

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

(If Heaven was a mile away) Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind? Or save it all for you? Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH Before reconsidering, this Hell with you It ain't you it's the things you do

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

Liberate, my madness Liberate, my madness (one of me, all of you) Your garbage in is garbage out So soft, you forgot You don't give a shit I won't play the fit Get off, get on this I just want to

I wouldn't have you any other way She don't think she worth it La, la-la, la-la, la Mmm-mm, oh-oh Oh-oh, Lil Boat (Javar said, "Pick up that bag", right?) In the mirror, she don't think she perfect Late night on the net, she be surfin' Looking for a