Does it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Tell me, tell me Are you tired of runnin' Through my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la We should be on by now Take your time Time, he's waiting in the wings He speaks of senseless things His script is you and me, boys Time, he flexes like a whore Falls wanking to the floor His trick is you and me, boy

I don't know why she love me but she do I don't know why she love me like she do I don't know why she love me but it's true She's drop dead beautiful Smart as a whip when she's in school All the boys love her, yeah, it's true One, two, three She's full

Drink one for me, for all the old times We tore up that town, raised hell alright Tell the boys, thanks for having my back Some of the best memories I've ever had So go on and get crazy And drink one for me And times like this You don't know how bad, I

Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Well, we're good old boys, we come

Pretty girls drinkin' tall boys Watchin' pretty girls drinkin' tall boys Swingin' their hips to a country song Silver cans up in the air Ain't nothin' like gettin' right Chasing a buzz with a cold Bud Light 'Bout pretty girls drinkin' There ain't much to

(All the girls like) I know what boys like I know what they want All the girls like I could make a honey give away her last rolo They want that good thing They wanna get some So go ahead and prove me right That's what girls like

Under the stars I'm awaken To the sound of a firebird Under the sky I'm half-naked, oh, oh We started at the cinema Tear of dancing, hands in the wind Rizlas, rolling up a cigarette The boys are calling shotgun again Hot, bloody like a harlequin I hear

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

We're under the sheets and you're killing me Like all the boys before Like all the boys boys boys boys In our house made of paper, your words all over me Like all the boys before, like all the boys before We're in a mess baby, we're in a mess babe