We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there

No one can tell me I'm wrong I ain't goin' down I'm gonna hold on 'Cause what I believe in is so strong No matter how long I had a baby at fifteen, Daddy never did forgive me I never heard from the guy again I had to drop outta high school, everybody

We up in this bitch now We up in this bitch, oh Got the club feeling like a safe house We up in this bitch Shawty got a booty, let it hang out (hang out) Ain't no turnin' down, let it bang out (bang out) We ain't going home, we wanna hang out All this

Whoo-ee, ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair You ain't goin' nowhere Clouds so swift Rain won't lift Gate won't close

All night anthem Ain't never gonna leave your head Ain't nobody goin' to bed 'Til the drinks go down And the sun comes up The rhythm's gonna hold you for ransom It's an all night anthem This ain't about who's got money And ain't about what kind of car

I get so weary in the evenin when the suns goin down. When I go to bed at night, And the birds begin to call. Just before the break of day. I get so lonesome when my baby's not around. I feel so sad and lonely, For my baby that ain't all. Well I get up

On our knees we'll feast on a sex show Spiral staircase spiral staircase Spiral staircase going down, paint your body red and brown They all came to the party and there's four to every stall Seems like there's another story bangin' Around every step you

You ain't getting in bread, that's rage I'm a headline act on the stage I got my hoody down over my face And you can't send shots like a man's Luke Cage Bullet holes in my top right now I'mma keep going but I know that they Want me to stop right now But,

Mother Superior jump the gun I need a fix 'cause I'm going down She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crowd with the

La, la, la, la, la, la, la I ain't even think of leaving sometimes I ain't even think of letting go Not even sometimes 'Cause we're collectin' moments Tattoos on my mind I ain't ever thought of going nowhere I don't even see it down the road Ooh, let's