Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

It's just what we do Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight, hey baby that's alright It's our backwoods, boondocks roots, it's just what we do Hey, ain't no way to make this up, when it's runnin' through your blood There ain't no hidin' the truth, its

I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new Everything's gonna be alright It's gonna be a good, good life I'm a mess, I'm a loser I'm a hater, I'm a user I'm obsessed, I'm embarrassed I don't trust no one around us Oh, he don't love me, he don't love me He

I'm livin' two different lives One girl in the day You in the night And even though this ain't right I just can't get enough Of the way you put it down You really got me trippin' Hold up baby girl Don't talk just listen

Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride You are now watching MADtv Real niggas do not deserve pussy Meaning it's more, you see right through walls Ain't talkin' about pussy Meaning you deserve the whole box of chocolates Forrest Gump had a lot

If you find a new look now Would you kick the old one out? Right now, right now Watchu' gonna do when the sun goes down? Who you gonna love when I'm not around? And I ain't tryna play the victim But I got my suspicions Sayin' you're alone

No, we ain't gonna take it Oh we're not gonna take it Oh we're not gonna take it anymore We're right (yeah) We're free (yeah) We'll fight (yeah) You'll see (yeah) We're not gonna take it

I sit up all night And know it ain't right, baby But I don't I don't think, don't think that I Talk no more And everybody says Boy why don't you just leave it alone But I don't think I can

Well up here's the window sitting way up high I can't look up enough to see the sky There ain't no good light here below Don't want no preacher man to come around I don't need him to lay my burden down Alright, I told Jesus everything I know When it's

Hold on, hold on She used to make me happy Ain't always cool But it's alright It's not a sad song really It's not a sad song, sad song, yeah And I stopped taking your messages Never stopped loving you So hold on, baby