We're gonna get weird all night I said now let's get weird all night Weird people on the dance floor We're just doing what we came to do 'Cause we're all weird people and we love it Don't let them other suckers hate on you 'Cause we're all weird people

Let's do it again 'Cause I love to make sweet love to you baby I wanna go all night long Don't stop please don't stop please please don't stop it You sweet young thing you Whatever you do Lord knows you do it nice and easy You keep it nice and long You

I hate myself for losing you I'm seeing it all so clear What do you do when you look in the mirror And staring at you is why he's not here? And oh, I don't know what to say And I don't know anyway I wish you knew I woke up today

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

Maybe it's just jealousy Mixed up with a violent mind A circumstance that doesn't make much sense Or maybe I'm just dumb I don't know you but I think I hate you You're the reason for my misery Strange, how you've become my biggest enemy And I've never

It should be you, should be you Should be you (Should be you) Should be you and me right now Said it should be you (Should be you) Should be you and me right now oh oh Don't you hate a coulda' woulda' shoulda'? (oh oh no, oh oh no) Coulda' did what it

(We are) the anti-cancer (We are) the only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But what's inside of me, you'll never know (We are) bipolar gods (We are) you know what we are My life was always shit And I don't think I need this anymore

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's game over, huh? Pray for me Hallucination of money, while nigga's

I burn it down Just to watch it go So everybody knows Just to see it torched I hate it to the core You think you know me You don't know shit I've seen the world through your eyes And it makes me sick