They don't know, they don't know, they don't know, they don't know about us They don't know, they don't know, they don't know about what we do That it's true Thinking of all this but I'm good, if I've got you The wind on my pony, top-down, alright So

Yeah, rum is the reason pirates never ruled the world I ain't getting much done But I'm having fun sailing on the deep blue sea My whole body goes numb from a bottle of dark rum and the sun sinking down on me My catch of the day is a tall Cuba libra

'Cause you lift me up No I don't get down And I know, no matter how much colder Or how much I carry on my shoulders As long as I'm standing, I'll be closer 'Cause it ain't over, 'til it's over But we don't get down No we don't get down We can turn this

I sing the body electric Sing the body electric I sing the body electric, baby Grand Ole Opry, feelin' alright I'm on fire We get down every Friday night Dancin' and grindin' in the pale moonlight Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind Elvis is my

Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'm-a fight Till we see the sunlight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up You break me down

Uh, murcielago when the doors go up And when the money fall you know the hoes turn up But, when the money gone you know the hoes turn down And I pray to God he don't Let my soul burn up! Birdman, what up? Last time I seen bird, he said young nigga get

The last time I freaked out, I just kept lookin' down I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout Felt like I couldn't breathe, you asked what's wrong with me My best friend Lesley said, "Oh she's just being Miley" The next time we hang

Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel (Kelly/Mann) I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold Better get a grip on myself I'm told I've grown bitterly, shameslessly, Indescribably cold I dove well into my cups And wrote you a note full of

There's no place like home No place like home There's no place I'd rather be than home It's been a long time on the road Without a soul to call my own I'm tired of talking to the cards I miss the flowers in the yard I'm gonna move out of the street

I get it in 'till sunrise Windows rolled down screaming ah! Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid Number one hustla' gettin' money Why do you wanna count my money Doing ninety in a sixty five I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! One of them y'all see! I'm so paid