Oh, you think I'm talking crazy In a different language you might not understand Oh, that's alright That's just the kind of life that made me who I am Just taking my mind on a visit Back in time 'cause I miss it You wouldn't know to love it like I love

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

Backtalk getting the best of you, Bitch we’re gonna fuck you up, Cowards trying to hide their face, Always talking shit but you can’t hide, But I think you’re out of luck today, But I think you’re out of luck Back and forth again, You’re always on to

I was a strong man Come back and see what love did to me A raging flood I was a child Stalking a dream I was a blindfolded bumblebee My trail is blazing Smoke over head My trail is blazaing

Clap Your Hands Everybody I'm Singing This Love Is Unbreakable We're Living Our Dreams No Thing, No Money, No Sin, No Temptation,Talking 'Bout Nothing But Y'all Know We'll Be Back Next Week Like The People On TV Through The Technical Difficulties

And girl, I don't even follow you, I can't Too busy calling you back, sometimes I don't understand I feel like I'm stalking you, I swear I keep on watching your Snaps, I'm stuck on your Instagram And I swear, that's why I'm watching your Snaps, I'm stuck

Any way, any way, only for a little while And I know anyday, anyday, I will see you smile You were talking and I thought I heard you say "Please leave me alone Nothing in this world can make me stay I'd rather go back, I'd rather go back home" But if you

There ain't nothing like the real thing baby Ain't nothing like the real thing There ain't nothing I'm talking genuine Made in the USA And you can't go back once you get a taste It was in a crystal bottle on his desk He'd save it for the times to not

That’s who we are That’s how we roll The outsiders We do our talking, walk that walk Wide open rocking Our backs to the wall A band of brothers Together, alone, the outsiders

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You