They go from getting buzzed into wasted Might not remember what they're sayin' A honky-tonk station Spendin' what you spent the week makin' Ask a little hottie what her name is Radio turned up and playin' loud The whole world's asleep and we're wide

That's what makes it love That's what makes it a love song I was standing there crying in the kitchen It's been one of those mornings that's gonna last all day And he comes in, wraps his arms around me And I don't even have to say a thing He comes in,

I'm sick and tired of the games you played Every move I make your ass got something to say Scandalize my name when you see it in the paper Trying to turn it all around when it wasn't that way Everybody is trying to figure me out What the hell is wrong

Man, what can I say? I was just another niggas from the town Tryin' to find a way to get paid Man, what can I say? (What?) Big body, 100 thousand dollar car I pull up in new one, every day I'm getting too much cake 'fore I save Made way more money than a

Promise I will be forever yours Promise not to say another word Never mind what's done is done Always was a lucky one If you'd like to walk a while We could waste the day Follow me into the trees I will lead the way Bring some change up to the bridge

I'm the best, best, best, best What the fuck they gon' say I'm the best bitch doin' it, doin' it I hear they comin' for me Because the top is lonely I'm the best It was back in '07 did a couple of tapes Did a couple DVD's made a couple mistakes Didn't

Over the edge I want to believe To the need what you say and the art you create You're digging your grave, my helpless enemy I want to preserve this legacy Again we'll wash away the blood And all the years will start to rust Crashing waves to the fire of

La da da da da Fuck these niggas Know and know What's your name? How far is a light year? If I was being honest I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day and not skip a meal I'm good I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour Call my momma like

Move on (move on) If I want to move on If I want to move on (move on) I got high to forget you I feel pain, I don't want to But I have to, yeah, I have to I wish Tracy Chapman was my friend She would know exactly what to say

Touching the untouchables but they don't know Respect the disrespectable's, but in the end you know You turn away, what can I say? Hello to you, my sweet young friends Have you got money perhaps you could lend? I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun