Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

Don't feel at home in this world anymore Did anybody tell you you don't live here anymore? Everything goes away Help me to remember I know I'm forgetting something Something's forgetting me I know I loose my keys tomorrow But these toes don't answer me

And I don't want to be an ain't right boy I don't wanna be a had a ball, waited out no call kind of love song boy I don't wanna be a regret or the one that she forgets I don't wanna be a June 'til September I wanna be one those remember boys Remember

Don't forget to remember me And the love that used to be I still remember you In my heart lies a memory to tell the stars above Don't forget to remember me my love Oh my heart won't believe that you have left me I keep telling my self that it's true I

Eighteen years had come and gone For mama they flew by But for me they drug on and on We were loading up that Chevy Both tryin' not to cry Mama kept on talking Putting off goodbye Then she took my hand and said "Baby, don't forget

Remember, you told me you'd never forget where you came from Remember, you told me we'd always stay homies from day one And now you're not who you used to be I don't know what you're dying to prove So hit me up when you're over being cool Your new

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives To the trucks that drove us home, secrets we never told Here's to the nights we don't remember and the friends we won't forget Well I remember Friday nights, We were full of bull and

Martha, my dear Martha, my love Don't forget me When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Though I spend my days in conversation, please Remember me Hold your head up, you silly girl

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street