I won't act my age, no I won't act my age No, I'll still feel the same around you When I'm fat and old and my kids think I'm a joke No, I'll still feel the same and you will too One, two, three, four 'Cause I move a little slow when I dance I can count

In this thirty five mile an hour town Mama locked the door last night For the first time in all of her years I said mama you gotta be kidding me She said things ain’t like they used to be round here You just wouldn’t believe it Kids growing up without

End of discussion I went from nothing to something I want them real deal hunnids Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani Pussy tsunami Ain't talkin' no money, it's nothing Big bag, truckload (huh) I'm in her throat (throat) Plug call, I finesse for the

I put more rings in my fingers Walk in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck I got her white like a Topanga I got that white like Topanga My dick

I hate everybody in my hometown I just did a line of blow right now I don't wanna cry alone right now I don't wanna die alone right now Tell the rich kids to look at me now Kissing on Styrofoam right now I'm kissing on Styrofoam right now I wanna burn my

Je lui dirai les mots bleus D'une rencontre De nos retrouvailles Les mots qu'on dit avec les yeux Ceux qui rendent les gens heureux Je l'appellerai sans la nommer Je suis peut-être démodé Tous les mots bleus Il est six heures au clocher de l'église

(It's a drive-in Saturday) His name was always buddy (got got do ah aah aah) And he'd shrug and ask to stay She'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do ah) And turn her face away She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah) But she knows

Aye, aye, so now I'm So-lo that I can see under the skirt of an ant So-lo that I don't get high no more when I "Geronimo!" I just go hit So-lo my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend So-lo that I can admit When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo

Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright And in the end I'd do it all again I think you're my best friend When it rains it pours Stay thirsty like before I'll be yours Stuck in the jet wash Bad trip I couldn't get off

Hop in the Maybach cruisin' I get the cake, they lose it I get the cake, hoes choosin' These niggas fake, we do it Hoppin' up in the Wraith, zoomin' Sippin' a lil drank, snoozin' Walking into the bank, foolish Tryna copy, you can't do it Ho tried to play