Hold up, hold up Turn the bag into two Got the paper on my mind (Hold up) Take that bad bitch with you (Hold up) Got a crib on the yacht (Hold up) Hold up, hold up, hold up Montana, Giggs

Were you there? The sky is falling on me As your hand's turning old and weak I'm giving myself upon to thee A futile sacrifice gone sere Do you feel the thorns? Do you see the tears? Do you see the bloodshed in this fell war? Have you forsaken us?

She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill Damn, this shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down My homies the real deal, we smokin' that

All the Pinot, Pinot Grigio girls Watch your blues turn gold Keep it real cold 'Cause it's a fired-up world Oh, oh, make it all make sense Pour your heart out Oh, oh, does it all make sense? I was twenty-three She was thirty-five

When I was Jack and you were Diane Does it make you laugh Every time you hear that song Do you close your eyes Do the memories take you back Six packs and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you turn it up Do you sing along

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

Beating with a teenage heart Remember when the night turned up And sun went down If just for a moment We were falling at the speed of sound Yeah, the moon played a part Two shadows in the dark We were circus lights and cannonballs We were way too high to

Anymore when a restless feelin' keeps me up at night Fallin' on my knees is my new turnin' on the light I keep my faith intact, make sure my prayers are said 'Cause I've learned that the monsters ain't the ones beneath the bed I've learned that the

This is my indictment of your beliefs This is my indictment of what you hold dear Invoke the name and watch the masses turn on us For fear that I embody what you fear Eyes fill with hatred When they fall upon me You worship gods of violence and bigotry

When I was Jack and you were Diane Does it make you laugh Every time you hear that song Do you close your eyes Do the memories take you back Six packs and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you turn it up Do you sing along