Is it you? Is it you? Ay, can y'all turn my headphones down? Significantly? Cool, that's good It was super loud First of all, this shit about me I ain't made this shit for y'all, that's the damn thing I've been waiting pretty long to get on some shit and

'Cause you're the only one that's taking me home Can't wait to get in my zone Who said we got to go slow Turn down the lights, and watch my private show You got a ticket for all To get high, we got to get low Because this is your private show We're

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

All the love that's here tonight Money cannot buy There's just you and I So lift your hands toward the sky Lift your hands toward the sky We don't wanna fight So sing with me our battle cry Sing with me our battle cry

I'll be there And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah Find out what we're made of When we are called to help our friends in need You can count on me like one two three You'll

Now your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan So she gon' call her friends, now that's a plan I just ordered sushi from Japan She say she's too young, don't want no man Can't tell her nothing, no She said she too young, don't want no man Drop top, how we

That's what you do to me I don't know what you call it but, uh I start a conversation and my mind goes blank When asked my name I can't even think I'm just not hungry when it's time to eat My blazer's on backwards, shoes are on the wrong feet Well some

Baby that's all I can give right now Maybe that's just what it is right now Wish I could be where you are I know the distance is far I've been running, running through your mind Promise that I'm on a flight, going to you right now I don't have much time,

For all this misery Well I ain't got nothing Sure can tell you I'm gonna throw it down and go Staying out here That's the last thing on my mind I need shackles on my feet I need someone to save my soul's defeat I ain't got nothing

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws You can't help but hollering, yee haw! When you see them pretty little country queens Man you gotta admit that's in them jeans Ain't nothing wrong, just