I learned it from the radio If it wasn't for the speakers in the door Telling me a truth I haven't ever heard before I never would have kissed that girl Never would have known what to say I would have never know better How I let her get away They got the

Don't be spiteful Don't get too caught up with that nigga 'Cause you got you a nigga What we had wasn't love, love, love, love, yeah Don't hate on my new bitches And I won't be spiteful I see you takin' shots girl I see you ain't forgot girl Take us out

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

To court and spark Love came to my door With a sleeping roll And a madman's soul He thought for sure I'd seen him Dancing up a river in the dark Looking for a woman He was playing on the sidewalk For passing change

Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Turn away and slam the door The cold never bothered me anyway I don't care What they're going to say Let the storm rage on Standing frozen In this life I've chosen

You wouldn't know me If you saw me here You'll never know me by askin' how I been You'll never keep up that way Wake up at your front door no more That's what I say I'm changing day to day that's right Stop sign, stop sign

I'm making today a perfect day for you Making today a perfect day We're making today a perfect day You've never had a real birthday before Except, of course, the ones just spent outside my locked door So I'm here way too late to help you celebrate And be

Um ba ba be It's the terror of knowing what the world is about Watching some good friends screaming Pressure on people, people on streets People on streets This is our last dance Mmm num ba de Dum bum ba be Doo buh dum ba beh beh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah clip that nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah drop that nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah pop that nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah drop that nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah pop that nigga

"Little boy, don't be scared Little boy, don't be sad My mother standing in the doorway Friday night, a smile on her face And I'll always be that little boy I was only ten years old Like the back of my hand, knew the roads I swerved my bike and lost