I know I ain't perfect, but look I'm working I could make a melody like, "yeah, yeah" We just turning up, what you really want? They tryna tell us that we can't go back there Don't tell me you love me, show me the money Where I'm from, love can go bad,

Pictures of us All those summer nights over in a flash But forever last, baby Pictures of us on the screen They don't tell the story right Only the capturing the nights We were in love They just make me want you back