Good day to you Fat balloon man May you always have air You sing a song everybody can believe Uncle tom cat Out to trick the whole world You carry a tune for nobody but yourself Bonjour a toi Herr policeman

Baby don't go, ah Baby don't go Body language she's a poet That she doesn't even know it Girl you keep them like ooh ooh Shawty so incredible Little mama understands The way you do the things you do Nobody else can

Don't go lovin' on nobody but me Nobody but me, gonna love you like you oughta be loved, darlin' Nobody but me, gonna cry if you ever leave Don't waste your time, lookin' over your shoulder Those loves from the past ain't gettin' no closer When I look in

And I don’t even know how I survive No I don’t even know if I’m alive Oh, oh, oh without you now This is what it feels like I won’t make it to the show without your light Nobody here knocking at my door The sound of silence I can’t take anymore Nobody

Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' I feel like a chip on my shoulders I feel like I'm losin' my focus I feel like I'm losin' my patience I feel like my thoughts in the basement Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated Feel like I don't

And nobody knows it but me. I should have been chasing you, That you were all that mattered to me, That I kept inside of me and maybe, That what we had was all we ever need. I should have been trying to prove, I should have said all the things, I could

Spring is here! Why doesn't my heart go dancing? Spring is here! Why isn't the waltz entrancing? No desire, no ambition leads me Maybe it's because nobody needs me Spring is here! Why doesn't the breeze delight me? Stars appear, why doesn't the night

Love in the back of the truck with the tailgate down Just us and the speakers on So right, girl I'm so high You and me, wild and free Out in the dark, wrapped up in the stars Way out in the woods nobody for miles I softly kiss your neck, and slowly

I think it's catching up to me Nobody's catching up to me Yeah, yeah, yeah Like damn I'm really undefeated I'm like, "Can I get some company?" I'm like, "Damn I'm really undefeated" Like can I get some company Damn I'm really, damn I'm really

You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All