Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold 'em, ran them bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones

We found love in 772, she straight up outta 772 The feelings that I got for you is true, so baby let me cater to you Girl, you know I love it when I'm next to you Riding through the 772, the feelings that I got for you is true So baby let me cater to you

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

And start all over I'm gonna start all over Out of the fire and into the fire again You make me want to forget Here it comes straight out of my mind or worse Another chance to get burned It's so easy You disrupt me Can't complain

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

Everything I do, I tell you all the time It's you, it's you it's all for you I heard that you like the bad girls, honey is that true? Heaven is a place on earth with you Sound's good enough Straight da fuck up you talkin' bout nigga (talkin' bout me)

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies Spend that money fast if I have to Make that money back if I had you Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!) I'mma need some more, need

Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies Straight in a straight line You can't get here fast enough Find a truck and fire it up Lean on the gas and off the clutch Leave Dallas in the dust I need you in a rush So baby run

You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All

On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run He's got a road map of Jupiter A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a