Daddy's pride and joy Is marrying some boy Mama planned it all Said it's pretty in the fall And the flowers would be Roses and daisies And she prayed nobody saw The weight that I put on The bride shouldn't be

Just not for long, for long, Immor- immortals, And live with me forever now, We could be immor- immortals, Immor- immortals I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass (glass, glass) I try to picture me without you but I can't 'Cause we could be

Cause Carolina boys get rowdy loud Don't look at me Ill turn your whole world upside down Did you see me looking cool in my white tee shirt And my cowboy boots And my baby blues Staring at you from across the room Did you see me looking at you

16 bars, no filler Man wanna end my career I see bare fuckboys, no killers Thinking you're big, I'm bigger Think my white friends can say nigga? And I'll stand here like that's jigga?

So you wanna play with magic Boy, you should know whatcha falling for Baby do you dare to do this 'Cause I’m coming atcha like a dark horse Are you ready for, ready for A perfect storm, a perfect storm 'Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine There’s no

I was a lost boy I was a lost boy in my room Too much to handle You're all alone Does she love you, you'll never know 'Til she kills my soul You're all that I'll know Our love virtues, forever on Out of the shadows

High as a motherfucker Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope Boy you really get me high Boy I'm coming down There now hold me close I'm high as a motherfucker I feel like I’m on dope (Okay) Boy you really get me high

Qué onda guero? See the vegetable man in the Vegetable van with the horn that's honking Like a mariachi band in the middle of the street People gather around put a dollar in the can Ay wey, qué onda? tj cowboys hang around Sleeping on the side walk with

Just saying When you change your mind I'll be waiting You should leave him 'Cause it really makes me sick You don't need him I'll help you get over it 'Cause I'm better than him You got a boyfriend And he's a total loser

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs