Of looking a you with that sleepy little smile on your face Girl you got a way With a touch you can get to me This mornin' is like a dream Baby the only thing better than all night long with you is That we woke up like this This view can't get enough

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned. Yeah! this is DJ Seven Deuce, live at Club runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free. G-unit in da house! what up baby. Performin' live tonight live on stage, captain save-'em-hoe, And the

Right now, masquerade Master the merry go round It's never ever too late Right now, it's something you create Right now, okay to make a mistake Yeah baby this is your day And now, I don't wanna take you if we fall down, don't get upset And now, is just

Get up, get up, get up on my shoulders. Here, take my cuzzi so your can stays colder. Be my country song sing-along beer holder. Hurry up baby, 'fore this song's over. Get up, get up, get up on my shoulders Baby, all week, yeah, you and me Have been

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

I'll kiss all the women Get punched in the head I'll drink 'til it's empty Stay out 'til it's late You could offer the world, baby I'll wake up at midday and marry my bed But I'll take this instead Everybody's got somebody Yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

It's full of all them little bones Nothing's dead down here Baby, eat this chicken slow Happy hour, happy hour is here It's just a little tired Little bones It gets so sticky down here Better butter your cue-finger up It's the start of another new year

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Nothin' feels better than this Nothin' feels better Nothin' feels better, no, no This is what you like, I admit Take it back, bring it side to side (Nothing, baby) (Nothing feels better) (I'm not really drunk, I never get that fucked up)