Bottoms up, bottoms up (up) Aye, what's in ya cup Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough Throw ya hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Throw yo hands up

Ahem, now last time I talked on a song with Boat, uh Y'all broke ass niggas was hatin' Only difference this time is He surpassed all y'all broke ass niggas Uh, all day I'm rocked up Plottin' on a bad bitch to come and suck dick Cook French toast and

It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling) When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling) And I begin dreaming (more than a feeling) Till I see Marianne walk away I see my Marianne walkin' away I looked out this morning and the sun

Promise me this and only this, Holy breath touching me, like a wind song Sweet communion of a kiss Sun sifting through the grey Enter in, reach me with a ray Silently swooping down, just to show me How to give my heart away ove rising from the mists,

Tryin' to stop your leavin' Train's a comin', river's runnin' Got a guitar on my back And I'm standin' on this lonesome railroad track Train's a-comin' It'll be here 'fore too long But I don't think I can stop it with a song Girl, that's the kind of way

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

This your favorite song And it's all Please tell me what you think happened Like this time, fuck it I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls That's like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call Damn, niggas make

This right here's a panty-dropper This right here's a baby-maker I wanna make love to you This is my panty-droppin' love song Nothin' but your heels on, lovin' you And we'll be makin' babies tonight Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah,

Burn the witch We know where you live This is a low flying panic attack Stay in the shadows Cheer at the gallows This is a round up Sing a song on the jukebox that goes Red crosses on wooden doors And if you float you burn

To all the girls I've loved before To all the girls we've loved before I'm glad they came along I dedicate this song The winds of change are always blowing And ev'ry time I tried to stay The winds of change continued blowing We're glad they came along We