Feel like throwin' in the towel, don't be a fool Below the belt That's how it'll always be Hold your head up high, look 'em in the eye Never say die Ow get up, get up and make it work They're out to knock you out n' put you down for the count Hey, watch

So what we get drunk So what we smoke weed We’re just having fun We don’t care who sees So what we go out That’s how it's supposed to be Living young and wild and free When you live like this you’re supposed to party Roll one, smoke one, and we all just

Girl you know we got the time Got that pussy on my mind Later on, what are we doing? I know you're ready, show that ass Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory (Yeah, bet I make that

Maybach Music Yo this Chris Rock I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose That's how we do it That's all we do Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop

Those beers might as well have been poured out Why are you still showing up and bringing me down? Why do I keep letting you get to me And mess up what that's not what's gonna be? You walk right by crashing my high like I know you will You're like a

Do the hoedown (throwdown) Boom boom clap Boom de clap de clap Throw it all together That's how we roll Pop it, lock it Polka dot it Countrify then hip hop it Put your hawk in the sky

If someone said three years from now You'd be long gone I'd stand up and punch them out You took my hand, you showed me how You promised me you'd be around Uh huh, that's right I took your words, and I believed

That will make you feel better We are the ones We are the ones It's better for you Somehow we'll make it 'Cause that's what we do Something out there Where love is your only friend and That will make you feel better and

So many lives without a trace Do you hear the thunder Raging in the sky? Premonition of a Shattered world that's gonna die In the Age of Reason how do we survive? The protocols of evil

More miracles than magic tricks More green grass grows, and green old dollar bills More babies raised, and raising hell More get back up, sometimes you fail Well, I don't know it all Hey, but I know how it feels To be the guy that's trying to come back