I'm bleedin' American gold, gold, gold, yeah, yeah I lost some friends, some friends that I didn't want to I lost some stars, my heart bleeds red, white, and blue I've been in and out of the fire battling for you (oh oh) Bleeding on American soil I bleed

Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh Mama, can I get another amen? I pray for the wicked on the weekend Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent If I had one more day to wish If I had one more day Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore

Yeah, I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? 'Cause I'm missing more than just your body I'm sorry, yeah Sorry, yeah Yeah, is it too late now to say sorry? Oh, is it too late now to say sorry?

I'm just waiting on a friend Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah I'm not waiting on a lady Just waiting on a friend Watching girls passing by, it ain't the latest thing I'm just standing in a doorway I'm just trying to make some sense Out of these girls

Ooh oh, ooh oh Hip-Hop in the summer (What? What? What?) Don't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?) Be my undercover lover, babe, hmm (What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah, what? What? What?) High tops in the summer (summer, what? What? What?) Don't

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

And you're a rocket queen I might be a little young but honey I ain't naive Here I am and you're a rocket queen oh yeah I might be too much But honey you're a bit obscene I've seen everything imaginable Pass before these eyes I've had everything that's

Uh, I think she like me Oh, I think she like me I know her nigga don't like me With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be Might hit it from the back, let her ride me Girl, you never meet another nigga like me

Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, ooh (ooh) Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, bitch (chyeah, brr, ooh) I'm the youngest flexer out here, sure you've heard 'bout me, ooh (chyeah, chyeah, chyeah) Bentley coupe, drop top coupe,

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ah ah ah ah To walk around my head all night You got me tangled like a braid, tied-twisted I don't think it's fair I don't think it's very nice I don't know why I got these feelings, yeah, I just can't seem to get away from