Now would I turn my back on me To turn my back on you I'll never let you down I'll never let you down no way No (don't say) I'm not gonna turn my back on you You know I'll never let you down (ah ha) Try to tell you that it's alright Oh I'm not playing

I'm way too good at goodbyes (I'm way too good at goodbyes) And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true (No way that you'll see me cry) I'm never gonna let you close to me Even though you

We've got our wild love raging, raging Raging, raging Don't you be alone, you can always find me I know that you hate it And I hate it Just as much as you But if you can brave it I can brave it

Don't turn around 'Cause you're gonna see my heart breaking I don't want you seeing me cry Just walk away It's tearing me apart that you're leaving I'm letting you go But I won't let you know I'm gonna be strong I'm gonna do fine Don't worry about this

I'm smoking everywhere I go (No sticks, no seeds, just Al Green) I always gotta keep one rolled (I keep that, need that, got that) I'm blowin' every gram I own (That purp, that bomb, that kush) Don't gotta understand, they know I smoke that, fire that,

(Don't mess around, don't mess around) If you're gonna give me good kissin' like that Honey, don'tcha know I'm gonna give 'em right back to you That's a kissin' good way (that's a kissin' good way) Ah, that's a kissin' good way (that's a kissin' good

Shout out to my niggas on the wing though My niggas walk in with it like it's legal They don't even understand my lingo Brr brr, that's the money ringtone I love my money pink and all in singles Baby, bring that pussy this way But don't worry 'bout a

I see you every day I got my eyes on you I love the way you walk You're my babe You got dimples in your jaw Said I'm crazy 'bout your walk I love the way you talk When you're talkin' that talk You're my baby

I always want you when I'm coming down Pick up your phone I'm all alone The party's finished and I want you to know I'm feelin' everything before I got up I got something to tell you but don't know how I'ma say it I guess that I could only say one thing

But that don't make it easy lovin' me That might make for a good story, man We were playin' out in Vegas when this lady pressed her way up to the stage I forgot what I was singin' when she met me with her meet-me-later gaze When she threw it on my mic