Nobody, nobody, no-nobody, nobody, nobody does it like you No I cant go back, no, I cant go back to the way it was, to the way it was You bring out my wild side You got me feeling so caught up but im Loving all the crazy things you make me do Nobody,

And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan? I got dead

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

She let it slip away, away, away They all feel the same 'Cause no one will love you like her Adjust to the fame And die with a smile She has no recollection Of the life she had without me It's so sad it had to be this She forgot the good things about me

We all got a past now 'Cause baby I'm the best (yeah, yeah) I don't need you to be perfect (yeah) You just gotta leave it in the past now (yeah) So cancel out your ex (yeah, yeah) And let 'em know I'm next (yeah, yeah) And cancel out your stress (yeah,

I know my purpose European car, it came with curtains (Yeah) I have a daughter, I'm buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin) Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin' (Yeah) Found our wave and got them Ms early (Ms) Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty

I made a bucket list, changed the B to an F I gave my give a damn the finger, so it got up and left I quit worrying about people's expectations And ordered up a six pack of chillaxification Maybe write it all down, and then blow it all off If you're a

Crank it up and make these big wheels roll I wanna feel that ocean breeze that's got me wrapped around it's fingers I wanna hear a southern drawl and every word that lingers I need a Sunday morning song by a just got baptized singer I been away too long,

I got you, ooh Now you're thinkin' about it Girl you're thinkin' about it What we got here How we fuckin' got here They recognize They just recognize I'm in a life without a home so this recognition's not enough