You got the love To see me through Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care" But you've got the love I need I know I can count on you Sometimes it seems the going is just too rough And

Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that) You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that) You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme) I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, No not me Uh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow (Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think they talking) (Bout you, you not quite sho' you know what I'm saying but

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like

Now I'm not really one for drinking songs but Don't wanna think about you right now Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 'Cause if I did, it would be damn bad And I'd show up at your house I was screaming at your door Saying "what the fuck is wrong with you?" I thought

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out My name's Blurryface and I care what you think We used to play pretend, give each other different names Saying, "Wake up, you need to make

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like

Momma you may be three years older but you hot (gimme that) You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that) I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac, You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme) Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp,

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like