Somethin' 'bout the pain mixed with you Drinking, smoking, doses, potions Drinking, smoking, doses, emotions Got me doing things I ain't do, right Got me doing things I ain't do, right, true Cheap shot, caught me when I wasn't looking for you Why are you

Here we go now Pour the shots out Everyone is getting hammered And the tabs on me We're going hard cause we run this shit So stay the fuck at home if you party like a bitch Take another and drink it all down We can have ten more We keep it rowdy as fuck

And it feels all right No more, from a voice that breaks the awkward silence No more, never heard so loud before Made the same mistakes a thousand times Never meant to be like this so I say No more tonight Take another shot, show me what you got It was

I don’t ever want to wake up Lookin’ into someone else’s eyes Another Voice calling me baby On the other end of the phone A new girl puttin’ on her makeup Before dinner on Friday night No I don’t ever wanna know, oh oh No other shotgun rider, beside me,

I never wanted the stars Never shot for the moon I like them right where they are All I wanted was you So baby just turn away Because I can't face the truth All I'm trying to say Is all I wanted was you The last time I saw her

Woah, livin' on a prayer Woah, we're half way there Take my hand, we'll make it I swear It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not We've got each other and that's a lot for love We'll give it a shot Once upon a time not so long ago Tommy used to

C'mon I got something for ya (GUNSHOT) Always around when you call Always around leave the fun Turn around shit's enough Believe me 'dey won't get funk C'mon I got something for ya Cho! Must be Kardinal! Yo! J.A. (Yeah!) T Dot (Ho!) New York (Yeah!)

Party's on, let it run You're in town having fun 'Cause you're looking for chance to run Let's run, whoa oh You're the fame, scream my name Gonna know it now the game is on Don't stop, whoa oh You're a hotshot, ten o'clock, ready for the night to rock

Daddy's flown across the ocean Leaving just a memory A snapshot in the family album Daddy, what else did you leave for me? Dad, what you leave behind for me? All in all it was just a brick in the wall All in all it was all just bricks in the wall

Round and round we go, it don't stop Till we all get dough, come on, make it hot Baby girl do the pussy pop, pussy pop Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop! Lookin' good with your stink-ass Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast Make it hot, baby