She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

Everybody's searching for somethin' But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin' Ain't nobody hoping and praying 'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'em And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that Life goes black when those lights

Taste what's mine 'Cause you so fucking outta line Forever letting them taste what's mine You so fucking outta line The smile on your face the only thing I can't read Left and now you back inside my life All that shit you told me, I believed It's gon'

How does the bastard, orphan, son of a whore Go on and on Grow into more of a phenomenon? Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother Be seated at the right hand of the father Washington hires Hamilton right on sight But Hamilton still wants to

What do you wanna wear this spring? What do you think is the new thing? What do you wanna wear this season? All of the day 'Cause she walks so bad, like it feels so good Listen to her radiate her magic Even though she knows she's misunderstood Voodoo,

Hope they wasn't lyin' when they said it all comes back around, baby But if it's still a Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, well I'm still breathin' If there's something I can say before you finish leavin' And if everything still happens for a reason Maybe

I've found that strife won't make the bleeding stop Nor will it take away the pain And I struggle to find my way I feel like this search is all in vain I reach for calm I starve for a balance unknown This burden tortures me deep in my soul I feel like

Love all of that, wanna give me the pose Just wanna feel ya (ayy, ayy) And get familiar, ayy I just wanna feel ya Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes Like girl, let me take you pon an evening cruise Giddy up, giddy up Baby girl, don't get

None of y'all niggas can see me Runnin' 'round with the paper bag Goin' crazy spendin' all this cash A nigga don't need a seatbelt Catch a body in broad day I got the key to the city I got a hoe that's saddity Talk to that bitch in Swahili Tattoo my name

And I ain't one to be nobody's second best, no Stop holding onto me when the truth is you can't let go I think we both know You're still in love with your ex, oh I'm looking in your eyes and I can see just what you're doing Baby, I'm the one you're