Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got love for us, but what about last year? I remember what you said behind our back And you sweared to your god that we wouldn't do shit. We are the new kings. I don't forget! Take a look at who's standing before

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

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

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

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

I like to sit beside the fire When the light is going down I like to hear the wild wind blow outside my door I have so much left to remember I have so much left to forget And I know I just don't have to search for more But you want to change my world

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

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

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