Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

But you try, don't you? You try, don't you? Just wanna die, don't you, when she runs? You can't make a woman sleep alone You can't tell her nothing she don't know Take a year and go back home Where the wind comes sweeping through the plains You ain't

She made me happy, she made me smile She brought me up, when you let me down I'm pulling scams Identity theft Don't buy my album, 'cause I don't care Seem like I lost more than I ever gained Ain't get nuttin' out these streets but pain Ain't get nuttin'

So what game shall we play today? How about the one where you don't get your way? And even if you do, that's o.k., Dinner at eight, that sounds fine, I suppose it means you'll turn up round nine, Bought a bunch of flowers just for her, She says the

Don't bring me down man wearing that frown man now It's trials from my brain step into my frame now Life can be such a breeze as long as it's just her and me Up out of bed at 3 and I feel like I'm dying But if she's there next to me, then there's no use

When you break up in a small town She would get down with somebody I know I guess that's just how it goes I see our friends and they put on a show Like they don't want me to know So they give me the go-around I swear it's like I can't even leave my house

I don't want to know Go Go Go Go Are we all victims of opportunity? locked outside the door back in '83 I heard the angry voice of the man inside And saw the look of fear in my mother's eyes Mom get in the car and let's drive away She said I'm sorry Mark

Do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do And I don't wanna feel the way I do, but I like it And she want me to wife it But I'm undecided Look at all these sparks flying But I'm still indecisive No, I don't say it often And I probably should’ve told

She's gotta do what she's gotta do She's at the starting line of the rest of her life As ready as she's ever been Got the hunger and the stars in her eyes The prize is hers to win She's waiting on my blessings before she hits that open road Baby get ready

Perfect timing, yeah Me and Metro don't need help Mail a pint to myself Flew a pornstar to ATL Louie Goyard belt Buy everything on the rack Buy everything on the shelf I make you mad, I can tell Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)