But I told you so I said I, I don't wanna control you Oh, and I know, yeah As long as you know, baby Every pleasure you taste has its price, babe But I told you so, no I don't wanna say I told you so I am gonna show you The world, and all that you desire

What's this young man to do? And when the summer ends, yeah I can't make no sense of this I'll be there hiding And when the sun rises, yeah I'll stay warm forever We spit from the Moon And found their heads down below I can't make no sense of this at all

Bang your head! Metal health will drive you mad! Yeah ah arr! And I'm an axe grinder, pile driver Mama says that I never, never mind her Got no brains, I'm insane The teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser, six string razor

Trap, trap, trap, trap I've been riding 'round in a coupe Trapped out in a coupe Riding 'round witcha boo Louis on, Jimmy Choo's Yeah I'm faded, yeah she faded Riding 'round through the city All these hundreds and fifties

All I wanna do is get at your love like I see baby Eat at your heart like the drums on my beat baby You and me we gonna travel like a visa And I ain't worried 'bout what I'm spendin' either Yeah once again there's some what's in the pen Sean hear ya boy

Hey there, lady Come and tell me something, say something (yeah) Is it something or nothing, yeah You going back and forth, back and forth, back and forth Yeah, yeah, girl I'm older than you You cannot play me, you a baby I'm not fooled by the money that

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

Don't you know there are always two sides Oh, there are always two sides To every story, yeah Oh, and two mistakes will only bring you heartache (Too late, too late) There's always two sides to every story Ah, he told me I treated him good Now you tell me

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

You were lucky to be With somebody like me Baby I'm a queen, yeah yeah Oh, oh hell no You just set the tone You must have not known That I'm not no One night only, well No I'm not, no I'm not no