I'm glad I found you Giving me love I'm glad I found In the madness of this world When my heart don't seem to work Its you I turn to It get hard it get hard out there Put your arms put your arms right here, oh You don't have to say a word

Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James This other type of money even make me nervous I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving Work, work, work, work, work Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang They

Yeah, I hear voices all the time I hear voices I hear voices like My dad sayin', "Work that job But don't work your life away" And mama tellin' me to drop some cash In the offerin' plate on Sunday And granddad sayin', "You can have a few But don't ever

I need a neon church Full of honky tonk angels With their wings on fire Straight pourin' out that Johnnie Walker healin' I got a feelin' Is a neon church with a jukebox choir I need Jesus or I need whiskey Whatever works best to get me through

Always stay humble and kind Hold the door say please say thank you Don't steal, don't cheat, and don't lie I know you got moutains to climb but When the work you put in is realized Let yourself feel the pride but You know there's a lot that goes by the

Baby grow old with me Tell me that you love me Say "we'll always work it out" To start a family I know it's kinda scary But it's only temporary doubt I've done a lot of stupid things But promise that you're gonna stay long enough to grow old with me

Tudutudutudu, fuck you too Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes Never wear your heart on

And maybe it's a little too early To know if this is gonna work All I know is you're sure looking Good in my shirt You look good in my shirt When you walked up behind me and covered my eyes And whispered in my ear, guess who I rattled off names like I

You gotta know, I'm feeling love Made of gold, I never loved her Another one, another you It's gotta be love, I said it It's gotta be love I said it A physical kiss is nothing without it And you close your eyes to see what it's done The body that lies is

Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get back, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh,