It's just what we do Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight, hey baby that's alright It's our backwoods, boondocks roots, it's just what we do Hey, ain't no way to make this up, when it's runnin' through your blood There ain't no hidin' the truth, its

I think it's gonna be one of those days I'm doing everything right, stepping into the light, that's what I've been waiting for I've got your hand in mine, we're gonna wake up to what we've been waiting for Hey, all my sisters and brothers Hey, one foot

Yo you wanna see something cool? What you got? Come look inside the rat hole, we got candy You like boobies don't you? Yeah how much? Thirteen bucks What the fuck that's a lot of fucking money

Die, die, you zombie bastards We can go up, we go down We know what you want We gon' run you out of town We'll be seein' you around Baby, it's you and me That's right Music saved my life

For your precious love means more to me Than any love could ever be For when I wanted you I was so lonely and so blue For that's what love will do Darling, I'm so surprised, Oh, when I first realized That you were fooling me Darling, they say that our

To not have you around You know I'd miss you, baby I know that I gave you my heart But you stomped it to the ground If I spent a week without you And that's what got me wondering what it's like Bet you'd wonder what I'd do I think that I'd start going

Either way we need to be happy Tell me, is this thing on? How do we keep it true? How do I keep you real to me, into me? Without it faking it, too What do we have to try? When everything is too loose 'Cause it always is just me and you That's the hardest

Now blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found

Now she want a photo Ya You already know though You only live once, that's the motto nigga YOLO We 'bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga we don't really play Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say Can't see 'em

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And