My song will carry on And I'll spend my life penning my song, my song Good girls don't make history So I may never be what you assume (it's my song) Don't want your hooks or auto-tune (it's my song) If I'm off-key then that's alright with me (it's my

All my friends have children I have a couple dogs I have a couple songs They say I can't relate And I'm not sure they are wrong All I need is you, a little luck and a couple of dogs

Oh oh ah ah hey hey The carbonation in my drink The bubbles rise while my heart sinks And I'll I tend to do is think of you Was it easier to pack your bags And book that flight to Paris as The plane began to move that afternoon When all the trains have

Hangman we played rubber soul with a razor blade Behind the church, hiding place, It was a long joke till the punch line came. Can you read my mind, read my mind Follow along to the end of the song Hangman we played double dutch with a hand grenade

Fuck that other nigga When she tired of her nigga Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my nigga Fuck with other bitches I know this girl Fuck them other niggas I'll ride for my nigga I'll die for my nigga

We all want love and that's okay, Maybe there's someone. When my song has slipped away And the darkness swallows the day Another one's not very far away, so baby just hold on. And at the end of everyday no one can take these things away Baby just hold on

In my heart there always will remain My stardust melody The memory of love's refrain Though I dream in vain Sometimes I wonder, why I spend The lonely nights Dreaming of a song Haunts my reverie

You and me are gone Winter's bitter song You and me are gone, gone away. Every time I see what's written on your mind I turn away and drop my guard Your high horse will be the leader of the blind Tender love and truth aside I'm in possession of so many

Sing your least favorurite song At the top of my lungs (oh, oh, oh) I'll go out, grow my hair too long I'll go out, kiss all of your friends Make a story and pretend It was me who made this end (oh, oh, oh) And I don't wanna be locked out I don't wanna

To sing a song, I got a friend, Shows me all the good times, Tells me I look better, Chews me up and spits me out, And then walks my ass home. And sings a song, When I'm gone, gone, gone.