And they say love fits like gloves, perfect equals If it's meant to be then you just know it, you just know But you and me will never be the perfect people Ooh, what if our love is written in the scars? Wild tides, darling we hold on We grip with wide

Now they give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us Nobody gives a fuck about us A hero in their children's eyes If I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die But when I start to rise ‘Cause they don't give a fuck about us Now if I choose to

And I am a material girl Living in a material world Living in a material world (material) You know that we are living in a material world Some boys kiss me Some boys hug me I think they're ok If they don't give me proper credit I just walk away

Shout out to my ex, you're really quite the man You made my heart break and that made me who I am Here's to my ex, hey, look at me now I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down Well, I'm, I'm all the way up Forget that boy, I'm over it Guess I

They're proud of me Now I can hold my heart in a fist And all the voices leave I can finally put it on my sleeve Oh, if only they'd really seen it Maybe they would finally believe me When I say I've won She's proud of me She's proud of

The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot I still hear him scream The cops used to come around in my neighborhood "Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!" Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night They had a

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

You make me sick They make me sick I know I feel you, that' I want you and I'm hating it Got me lit like a candlestick Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feeling it, I gotta getta grip And it's driving me crazy baby don't you quit Can't get enough

Now who will kiss your lips darlin' Who will call you sweetheart Oh who will tell you they love you Oh you once was my little sweetheart Now who's been talkin' to you Somebody's been tellin' you wrong Things a-bout me that you shouldn't believe I miss

She knows her roots and works hard for her money Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death Just actin' and sittin' playin' hard to get With the girls tonight man they're out on the town Grits