You're putting me on We're going to try it, you ever try it? I'm turning you on You're putting me on! Where did you get that stuff? Oh, Nikki's growing a patch out in the backyard Come on, you're putting me on Yeah, he's putting you on, he's a brat

Yell with the wind, though the wind won't help you fly at all Your back's to the wall You run, you run So live for today Tomorrow never comes Die young, die young Chain the sun, and it tears away and it breaks you as you run Behind the smile, there's

I just wanna freak you with the lights on Girl, you know you bad Like the mic's on right Hope you don't mind I keep my Nikes on, right We can film it all on my IPhone 5 Let me hit in the front Let me hit in the back now To the middle of the club

I don't care! I don't care! It's been an awful long time since I been home, But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone. Things they said when I was young are quite enough to get me hung. They came and took my dad away to serve some time, But it

To my neighborhood I said, "Goodbye, so long", to my, my neighborhood 'Cause I'll always, always come back And I know, I know I'll see you again (I'll see you again) My neighborhood (my neighborhood) I left my mother feelin' sick in a bedroom My daddy

Oh baby, you can find me. In the back of a jacked up tailgate. Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things. And I'll find peace. At the bottom of a real tall cold drink. Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank. Let's get this thing started. It's

Oh even if we're ready or not Ready or not but I waste no time I'm headin' out with some friends of mine Holdin' on to what we've got Ready or not but they're back in town The word is out that this time around They'll be lettin' go with all they've got

Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead and, jump. I've got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen. Oh can't you see what I mean? I get up, and nothing gets me down. You got it tough. I've seen the toughest around. And I know,

Go ahead and jump I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't you see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump Might as well jump (jump) I get up, and nothin' gets me down

Baby jump in my Cadillac Slide in the middle or climb in the back We can dance all over the FM dial Sweet home country, Destiny's Child Sneak a little something in between Leanin' to an old school vinyl groove Talkin' 'bout how damn good it feels Slow