Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

You know it We were made for each other so My shattered heart is on the ground I've got to see your face right now Just tell me where and you'll find me waiting there And if love is made of glass Can we pick up the pieces

'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I

I’ll always love you But tonight’s the night I choose to walk away So I pick up the pieces I get on the midnight train I got my reasons But darling I can’t explain I choose me And I know that’s selfish, love You are a dream

This is your hometown My hometown Your hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair

When I pick up on that smell Pick it up and run like hell Little woman save me some Better get up on your run So much more than Charlie's wakin' me To my core and Charlie's shakin' me And tell my story

(How do you like me now?) Like a fucking dream I'm living in Baby love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio Now my life is sweet like cinnamon Pick me up and take me like a vitamin 'Cause my body's sweet like sugar venom oh yeah I've finally found you Oh,

We're gettin' off today We'll pick you up and take you away Get down tonight Smokin', Smokin' We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin' I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll You gotta let

So can you can you get back to me? I been calling tryna get a hold of you, you (yeah, yeah) Feeling lost and I don't know what to do Nold on, let me try callin' one more time Come on, pick up man, fuck I'm calling God, leaving voicemails I know your

She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we gettin' paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there