Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, Hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up I spent a summer down south, working for the county, trying to save for

Return to sender, return to sender Return to sender, address unknown She wrote upon it No such number, no such zone I gave a letter to the postman, he put it his sack Bright in early next morning, he brought my letter back We had a quarrel, a lover's

Decide ai, enquanto eu vou dar uma volta na cidade Mas pense bem pra depois não se arrepender No supermercado não vai me comprar Na farmácia não vende remédio pra saudade Cheguei no meu limite se não mudar sua postura eu vou embora correndo Já 'ta pronta

I'm the queen of Kansas City, no thanks Omaha, thanks a lot I'm the number one attraction in every supermarket parking lot Kansas City Star, that's what I are Got a letter just this morning, it was postmarked Omaha It was typed and neatly written,

Baby I'm a troublemaker, I heard that you're a heartbreaker Posted up in the club, just swagging doing my thang Popping bottles with models and just watching them drank Partying so hard, the ladies don't want it to end Baby I'm a troublemaker They looked

Yeah, yeah (yeah) Thinkin' 'bout postin' her on the 'Gram, and delete her (delete it) Whole gang in the field, we don't do bleachers (uh) Superstars, superstars, superstars out Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on

But if you want the answers, From a post up high, From where you see the ships afar, From a well trained eye, The waves all keep on crashing by, If you are the light post, Then you own the working class, You better give a piece of ass,

Posted on the corner like a trapper (uh) Why he move his hands all around like a rapper (uh) To the block—to—to—to—to—to the block Why he move his pants up and down like the scrapper (uh) My whole life I just wanted to be a rapper Then I grew'd and the

Imagine a world like that Can you imagine it? Click, click, click and post Drip-drip-dripped in gold Quick, quick, quick, let's go Kiss me and take off your clothes We go like up 'til I'm 'sleep on your chest Love how my face fits so good in your neck

Man I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Knowing all of this I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen I came with the heat man, I swear I'm never missing