But you don't know how Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone No no no no But you'll come out alright (Yeah) I know it seems there's no end in sight (Yeah) But it doesn't mean you can't put up a fight Sometimes I feel like a motherless child It's that

So I put my hands up They're playing my song And the butterflies fly away Noddin' my head like, yeah Movin' my hips like, yeah They're playin' my song You know I'm gonna be okay Yeah, it's a party in the USA Yeah it's a party in the USA

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down If you can hold on Yeah, you know you got to help me out You know you got to help me out You're gonna bring yourself down Is there room

How deeps is your love, how deep can you go? Whoa, bring, baby girl sing yeah Put a bang, put a bang, bang bang Girl I gotta let you know I’m the man Girl cut the way that you are whine and a bubble it, bubble it One trouble it me there Yeah think clear,

There you go My goodbye girl Wrecking my whole world, one more hello Goodbye girl Yeah, I know that color on your lips too well I saw you blowing kisses down the wishing well again When I say I love you, just just say "I know." You put your arms around

There's no one else I trust I know the risk in love, yeah You got me so wrapped up Something about this feeling so familiar It's like I'm looking at myself in the mirror You put the pieces of my heart back together You got me thinking 'bout forever and

Don't want you in my bloodline, yuh Ain't no need to apologize, no But you gon' have to let this shit go, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Love me, love me, baby Are you down? Can you let me know? Love me, thank you, leave me Put it down, then it's time to go

Yeah, you know, I smashed Foreign Spanish jawn, I really like your lemonade I put Cartiers all over my bitch's face She just got apparel, all because a nigga paid Put her in the past, 'cause you know Yeah, I smashed, yeah Shawty let me smash So I put her

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep But I can't, but I can't when you all have Guns for hands yeah That you all have guns And you never put the safety on To take it, to take it, don't take it, take it, take it Guns for hands I know what you think in the

Tell me what am I doing? Yeah, real music Yo, ya just get in that, you get in that head space, ya know Somebody get the body bags, working with beats and Put the MC’s in 'em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I’m eating 'em Get away from the