I don’t wanna talk anymore I know enough about you to know all I wanna do is Find out a little bit more I don’t wanna waste that moon And the heat on the hood of this Ford You’ve told me ‘bout your family The town that you grew up in Believe me, I wanna

Holier than thou You know not Judge not lest ye be judged yourself No more the craps rolls out your mouth again Haven't changed, your brain is still gelatin Little whispers circle around your head Why don't you worry about yourself instead Who are you

Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Get that cut up! Oh-whooo, cut up We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs I like it when you let me try, anythang Let a nigga get a little cut up girl It's two a.m. in

Is that for me? Been thinking 'bout it all day Up against the wall, up against the wall No turnin' back now Catching feelings no, catching feelings no Let's go away now Savor the taste now Wanna know now Oooh, come a little bit closer

What was I thinkin' I know what I was feelin' 'Cause I was Thinkin 'bout a little white tank top Sittin' right there in the middle by me I was thinkin' bout a long kiss Man just gotta get goin' Where the night might lead But what was I thinkin'

Lie me beside you every night And dread the day you might be gone She said "In case you hadn't noticed that Played second fiddle to the bottle for a little too long (no) And I ain't about to anymore" For I know not just what I've done Lying face down in

But I like it, I love it, I want some more of it I try so hard, I can't rise above it Don't know what it is 'bout that little gal's lovin' Spent forty-eight dollars last night at the county fair I threw out my shoulder but I won her that teddy bear

So don't you treat her wrong 'Cause you 'bout to lose her love 'Cause you 'bout to lose her love, yeah (Dun-du-dun, dun-dun) You know I'll be watchin' you 'Cause she the baddest thing to ever happen to ya And that's the truth Don't make me have to hurt

'Cause I believe in karma You should try a little harder And you believe in drama Or karma's gonna come for you You can talk that talk but it all comes back around I'll give you something, something to talk about I don't know who you think you are Or

I know he thinks about her when he plays guitar Singing, singing, singing Ooh la la, he breaks my heart American, 'merican, 'merican boy Know it's my American boy And ooh la la, my American boy And insecure 'bout all the things you say (say, say, say,