Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins Shut your dirty, dirty mouth, I'm not that insane I'm a dirty, dirty girl, I want it filthy I hate you for the sacrifices you made for me I hate you for every time you ever bled for me I hate you for the way

But everything around me has changed I’ll be here You and I, it’s my time to talk I’m throwing out these 2 years of thoughts Please and take a deep breath

Every time we come around Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down Put your hand up, down Baby let me blow a hundred on you Every time we come around, ah On everything I love, It’s We The Best Music It’s We The

I won't hold back Nothing like them other niggas Nothing like them other bitches I'm coming back for good So let them niggas know it's mines I already got someone is what you tell 'em every time That shit ain't up for grabs Where you at on the map

She's got that true blood Show me what your working with I think she's got that true blood Every time you're 'round I can smell it in you I come around and raise the hell out of you It's that demon, it's so mean, that's got me screaming Make me wanna

The time is coming Rolling, and throwing, consoling Everything that goes this far Joking and hoping, revolting All that shit that's who you are Hoping, and scolding, revolving Peel it back, reveal the scar Loathing, exploding, controlling Tear me from

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

So let a girl be down and come and get with me No time to play around, cause I'm for real baby I'm feelin' everything you do You know that you're feelin' this too So forget about them other chicks I know you and her got something goin' on And I respect

Nobody's perfect! Everybody makes mistakes You live and you learn it! Nobody's perfect Everybody knows what I'm talkin' 'bout I gotta work it! I gotta work it! (work it!) And if I'm messing up sometimes Everybody knows what, what I'm talkin' 'bout

(I'm way too good at goodbyes) And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry And every time you walk out, the less I love you Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true I'm never gonna let you close to me Even though you mean the