Oh, oh, baby She don't know what she doin' to me, I Love the way that you dance, and honey, I've got a question Baby, would you be my queen I know she's the one for me in that room I got a call from my baby, said she fed up with me Said she's found

I'm tired of trying to please the world that spins around me This time I'm doing it for me and me alone I don't need anyone, don't think I ever did Not trying to be selfish, just doing what I know I'm a menace!

Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably

It’s just you and I tonight Why don’t you figure my heart out Instead of living in your head I’m rushing in a small town I forgot to call you Running low on know how This beats made for two 'Cause I remember that I like you No matter what I found

You love me, you hate me You make me, you break me And I don't know what I do it for I'm somewhere in the middle of you Phones lighting up, grab my favourite shirt and my keys on the counter 'Cause you said you wanna dance Halfway down the drive, must

If you still care, don't ever let me know Bury all your secrets in my skin Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins The air around me still feels like a cage And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again So if you love me, let me

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my heart in the click (yeah) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah) Too busy thinking what if (yeah) Fell in love through a photograph I don't even know your name Wonder if

Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,

Still alone, all at sea, Still there's no-one to care for me. When there's no hand to hold my hand, Life is a loveless tale, I don't know what day it is, Or if it's dark out there; Somehow that's just the way it is, And I don't really care! I go to this