Darker times They’re telling boulder heavy lies Looks like all we’ve got is each other The truth is obsolete Remember when all I had was my mother She didn’t compromise She could recognize Our daughters and our sons Are just candles in the sun

It's like every time Like any time of day In every single way Girl when she gets her way (way, way, way) That's just how she ball That's just how she hustles No clue how she does it (I'll still say) This bitch looks like Lindsay Lohan She gets down just

She looks to me She looks to me alright She needs somebody to hold Your roughest night Who's going to take you home And hold you when things aren't so bright It looked to me like heaven sent this for Looks to me like heaven sinned No lullaby kid, no five

She looks just like me, just like me I see you on your back And I just can't believe No, I just can't believe She can, she can, she can have you Just like me, ooh Pictures, they flash And I can't even sleep Got those heels on that you love

Sh-sh-shaken She looks at you Like I used to And I'm just sittin' in the corner I thought only I Would get that smile Now I'm just watchin' from the corner And it feels like I'm watchin' Somebody else live my life

Looks to me like I'm flying high And my uproarious arrival pushed the noise to the scene This inglorious desire that would be left out of me So I'll be open to rise And open closed minds, hook lines I'll make 'em edible You'll gobble it down Like it's

I like doin' what she likes Doin' what she likes She likes hearin' how good she looks in them blue jeans Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea Things I whispered in her ear, oh my Like running my fingers through her long hair Lightin' watermelon candles

Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, She looks so fine Like champagne or wine No one ever gets her Oh ain't she cool Plays us for fools If we want to let her Across the room she sees some buffoon Blown away by her style

(She looks like fun) She looks like fun (She looks like) One, two, three, four She looks like Smile like you've got a straw in something tropical I've got the party plugged right into my skull Wayne Manor, what a memorable N.Y.E Good morning

All I know is everybody loves me Feels just like I don't try Looks so good I might die Swaying to my own sound Flashes in my face now And you don't have to make a sound