It's just whiskey under the bridge Ain't no big deal I've been burned, I've been cheated But this old heart's still beating All those nights of drinking Finally got me thinking Heartache is just a waste of time There's not a heart that ain't been broken

(maybach music, its deeper than the verse baby, its deeper than the rap). Doing a 150 miles and running, Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunning, Laff about the doe but really ain't nothing funny, Getting rich in a rush, Yeah you know us, We

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

Gotta learn to love yourself Perfect girls ain't real They hide who they are inside Now, perfect girls ain't real They live a lie But it's always on your mind 'Cause you're all lying all the time Know that perfect girls ain't real Inside and out

Hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady 'cause I Raised you better, gotta keep it together even when you fall apart, But this ain't my mama's broken heart Go and fix your make up girl it's, just a break up run an' I cut my bangs with some rusty

All, all we, all, all, always never tell her It's the same old story in this tug of war We go back and forth, we go back and forth But it ain't good for me, what we do this for? We go back and forth, walk through this road Oh, whoa (we go back and forth,

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

It's only a painting But not to pretty a picture A thousand words I know them all The frozen bird, a hockey puck Shed tears, move on to Van Gogh Move on to Van Gogh There's something there in Williamson's Garage I think it's me trying to start a fire