It ain't easy anymore When I'm walking out your door My feet drag across the floor And it just about kills me I hate picking up my keys I hate kissing you goodbye With that look in your eyes And your arms around me Girl, believe me

Bad bitches walkin' out with bags at the store (bad) Stripper girl shakin', all ass on the pole (all ass aye, all ass aye) Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh Beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh All ass aye, all ass aye Stripper

You're the best thing about me Why am I walking away? The best things are easy to destroy The best thing that ever happened a boy I'm the kind of trouble that you enjoy Walking away When you look so good, the pain in your face doesn't show When you look

Time was running fast (Hmmm) While we were walking so slow (Hmmm) As I watched us grow and grow (Hmmm) We carried our love in cups to go (Grew so tall our heads hit ceilings) Trouble seemed so small (Outgrew all the doors and walls) We never needed any

And I can't take this Keep talking while I'm walking away You can say what you have to say 'Cause my mind's made up anyway Lets go ya'll These people are running off at the mouth Trying to convince me that I'm running on empty Trying to convince

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. Said, "It's all right, take

Supplie ie ies I'll be the wood when you need heat I'll be the generator, turn me on when you need electricity Some shit's 'bout to go down I'll be the one with the level head The world can end now Baby, we'll be livin' in The Walkin' Dead 'Cause I got

I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes Know 'bout 'at I got these, old walkin' blues Woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got

Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Blue cheese in my off whites Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs 50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip

We're walking the wire, love We're walking the wire, wire, wire So look out down below Look out down below We're gonna be higher, up And we'll take what comes, take what comes Feel the wind in your hair Feel the rush way up here Walking the wire, wire,