Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang If you seen a, my nina, you seen it go bang Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mines, mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' playin' Yeah, oh, yeah What the fuck you lookin'

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh I wanna learn how to live Without the consequences I wanna learn how to live (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Without the consequences (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Can somebody tell me Oh, they won't go I see them in the corner of my eye Shoutin' that it's over

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

Over and over and over and over again I have seen the fields aflame Was just another way to scream your name Better than this Oh, don't you know I have seen And everything I ever did And I go home alone

All this money got you in your feelings I just copped a coupe to cop the ceiling, oh yeah When you leave town, your bitch can't wait to see me You know everything about me, you wanna be me, oh yeah I blew a check, you know I bought a whip, you know I

Mozo, sírvame, la copa rota Sírvame que me destroza, esta fiebre de obsesión Quiero sangrar gota a gota, el veneno de su amor Aturdido y abrumado, por la duda de los celos Se ve triste en la cantina a un bohemio ya sin fe Con los nervios destrozados y

When I know how much it hurts you Oh baby why, do I do that to you Does it always have to come down To you leaving Before I'll say "I love you" Why do I always use the words That cut the deepest It's three A.M. and I finally say I'm sorry for acting that

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to

You don't know What you do to me lately Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers I got so much love for ya Want you to know How much that I fuck with you, oh Wanna roll one up for ya Want you to come to the back of the club It's a gang thing, it's