I think it's workin' I think it's workin' yeah It keeps me hummin' Hummin' hummin' yeah Picking at a purple vein He's like a fat man in a little coat Suckin' red vines and rum and coke Singing I like ya jesus but I loves the dope I mighty itty bitty maw

Don't it mean I love you Then she said Te amo, then she put her hand around my waist I told her no, she cried Te amo I told her I'm not gonna run away, but let me go My soul is awry and without asking why I said Te amo, wish somebody would tell me what

Darling, I'll be oh-so lonely I'll be sad and blue Crying over you, dear only Beatin' close to mine (So close to mine) Well, if you ever go Treat me like a fool Treat me mean and cruel But love me Wring my faithful heart

Ten years ago I fell in love with an Irish girl She took my heart But she went and screwed some guy she knew and now I'm in Dublin with a broken heart Oh broken hearted Hoover fixer sucker guy Oh broken hearted Hoover fixer sucker, sucker guy One day

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand No promises, no demand Both of us knowing, love is a battlefield I did my own thing, created my own lane I may not like the players, but I love the game I love the hustle and that's real And that's why love

I'm just a girl with a crush on you But I can't make you love me Is it my life or the things I do? Can't make you love me For a chance today, it's incomparable I might be sitting with the movie stars Don't care about money It doesn't give me half the

Back to love You know I wanna get it back There's a light on the path And now I found it, here with you is where it's at Now I'm never looking back No, I'm never going back But I'll keep running with my best foot forward You made me genuinely better

But my friends won't love me like you. You should love me, you should know. Friends just sleep in another bed, And friends don't treat me like you do. Well I know that there's a limit to everything, No, my friends won't love me like you. We're not, no

This whiskey got me feelin' pretty So pardon if I'm impolite I just really need your ass with me I'm sorry 'bout the other night And I know I could be more creative And come up with poetic lines But I'm turnt up off sizz' and "I love you" Is the only

She was the gold rush By all means, she can get ahead of herself I'll already be there I'll already be there to meet her She's no traitor I've got no chaser (She doesn't love) Anything for herself But for me she goes way in, way in