Back when the weekend lasted a little longer But things seemed to never end back then Oh way back when When a little went a long way Back when everything seemed just a little bit stronger I can't tell you why they did Six beers, five guys And if I

Tell me why do you still love me Why do you love me? You know you shouldn't love me Like you're just Dying to drive but you can't find the keys, now Looking for God but you're down on your knees, I'm All that you want but not what you need girl why Yea

Tone that shit down Wop, wop, wop, wop Tell me who can ball like this Y'ain't neva ball like this Tone that shit down (oh why) Weak nigga, ball like this Wop, wop, wop, wop (yeah) Might steal your bitch VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)

I heard you told your friends that I'm just not your type If that's how you really feel, then why'd you call last night? You say all I ever do is just control your life But how you gonna lie like that, how you gonna lie like that? Tell me how you 'bout

Oh, don't ask why I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama Well, show me the way To the next whisky bar Show me the way For if we don't find

Blame it on the bag You can blame it on the bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money But I still can’t

Strike a match and set me on fire Watch it burn and flames getting higher You light me up, sweet old desire So won’t you come close to my fire? Close to my fire Ain’t no need to tell me why Baby, it’s cold when you’re gone Don’t make me wait, wait too

Darling, I love the things you say In your own sweet gentle way Talk to me, talk to me Talk to me, baby, talk to me Let me hear, baby, tell me dear Tell me you love me so Talk to me now, baby, talk to me Tell me why, I got to know The many ways you speak

What's happened between us? These oceans are far between our hearts The breathing has got too hard Hold my breath False tales lies of a washed up prom queen Why’d you tell me everything was fine? Everything was okay? Get on your knees, oh Oh, why tear me

Tell me why, haven't I heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell Invented a