(Yeah aye, hold on, babe) Baby would you save me? Been thinkin' bout it lately Oh, baby, baby, baby Hold on, babe Got some habits, I can't keep them The same ones that made you hate me Ho-oh, smokin' potent, high as nose hair

Yeah, really from up in the house Really thumpers in the couch, really say what I'm about Off the block I made a whole onion Heavy hustle got the name buzzin' In the kitchen whippin' tryna gain something Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin Bitches know

It's just me and you Yeah, it's just me and you And we are definitely outnumbered There's more of them than us Just when you think you made a new friend They throw you under the bus So it's just me and you Turn the sound down on my TV I just can't listen

Wouldn't be me without you Walk in the buildin', everybody stare Never made it to the room, I fucked her on the steps You either got balls or you shoot like Steph Yeah, yeah, yeah So damn real Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Steve Aoki, woozy gang I

And that's how it's made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A Isn't it great, how we got it made? We got it made You know we got it made Yeah, land of the free Home of the hard, home of the tough We some gun toting, church going

Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we're all gonna die And when we go don't blame us, yeah We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah You made us oh so famous We'll never let you go And when you go don't return to me my love Mama, we're all full of lies Mama,

Yeah, me and you She turned on the light Made my heart beat dynamite She's so together and nice, yeah I got to see her twice I like the way she moves, uh-huh When I was through Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah That is just so typically me Oh baby, baby I'm not that innocent Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I think I did it again I made you believe we're more than just friends

No, I, am not I'm not addicted to sex But, girl, I guarantee that if you lay with me You just might be You just might be, yeah Let me talk to 'em I guess you know you made it when they start talking 'bout you, right? Welcome to fame Y'all don't pay me no

White lightning Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him Mighty, mighty pleasin' You're pappy's corn squeezin' But my pappy kept on cookin' Well, in North Carolina, way