We all got a past now 'Cause baby I'm the best (yeah, yeah) I don't need you to be perfect (yeah) You just gotta leave it in the past now (yeah) So cancel out your ex (yeah, yeah) And let 'em know I'm next (yeah, yeah) And cancel out your stress (yeah,

We're gonna rock this country Every brown eyed boy every blue eyed girl Right out of this world Ah oo na na na C'mon, c'mon let's get something started C'mon, c'mon let's start something now Gotta really go psycho-give it a whirl I woke up this morning

I got a sick sense, a sick sense about you I got a sick sense, sick sense looking at you Got the sweet scent, sweet scent I'm choking on you I can touch it, taste it, hear me you lose Tell me it's what you always wanted Tell me this is all you need Just

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

Well I don't really care what people say I don't really watch what dem waan to do Still I got to stick to my girls like glue And I mon nah play number two All I know the time it is gettin' dread Need a lot of trees up in my head Got a little damsel in my

I got one bad habit (one bad habit) I like to rock 'n' roll Wow, alright I'm not bad, I'm damn good But I'll admit I don't do all I should I don't kill, I don't steal Well, maybe only when I need a meal All I'm saying's true but there's one thing that I

It makes me realize I got no right to complain I guess Cause right now all I can see It's just been one those days for me Rush hour traffic Always puts me in a bad mood I got chewed out by the boss today And now I'm stuck on highway ninety two Then you

All my life I want money and power Martin had a dream Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy two hours Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress Kendrick have a

You got to have a little want to A little nothing I can't do No matter what folks say Is have a little want to Inside of you That goes a long, long way Well big dreams do come true All you gotta go

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your