We weren't born to follow Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah Come on and get up off your knees When life is a bitter pill to swallow You gotta hold on to what you believe Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow And that your saints and

You gotta stick to your guns Show the world that it's no cheap deal This is your life Young love is what you feel Young lovers fight But young love is right When your young love is real With a feeling so sure With a feeling so real When you know that

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

You'll never know Boy you gotta (yep, yep) Now you'll never know But if you woul'da manned up, Put your hand up, stand up, tell me how you really felt Then maybe it'd be different If you spoke I would've listened, but now I'm with somebody else And he

Here we go again You know how niggas do when we play how we play A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do Same old shit, dog, just a different day So if it's fuck me, nigga, then you know it's fuck you Same old shit, dog, just a different day (It is not a

You gotta stop foolin' around, Keep your feet on the ground, little girl, And starlight will shine all around, little girl. I want you, yes, I do, I need you, yes, I do. And then you run. You had me all the summer long, little girl. Starlight, I hear you

Baby why me? Out of everybody baby You coulda picked anybody When I see you lookin' at me, I gotta ask What did I do? To get to be the one you gave your heart to Walk up in a party on my arm Who, woulda thought you would wanna wake up

Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those She a spoiled lil bitch, I bought her all her clothes You know I treat you good, I don't wanna

Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the shit You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it A

How deeps is your love, how deep can you go? Whoa, bring, baby girl sing yeah Put a bang, put a bang, bang bang Girl I gotta let you know I’m the man Girl cut the way that you are whine and a bubble it, bubble it One trouble it me there Yeah think clear,