I gotta free my soul from the troubles of lately Follow my heart wherever it takes me Let it flow on by like a piece of driftwood A piece of driftwood Oh baby, let me sing it for you, now woah, no Untie my noose Open up a bottle of Whatever you choose

Do it (do it) do it (do it) do it (he-ya) I know you're probably saying "G" I know you said it but woah, woah, woah 'Cause you really didn't believe You didn't think that we would go, go, go But don't take it no way, me and my bros We just got to do it

If you want my love, you better march to the beat woah Fight for my love, you better stand up for me woah I'm a one woman army Left, right, left, right, get it right, yeah oh If you want my love, well that's how it's gotta go woah ooh Only a soldier can

Woah, oo, oo Tell me something that I don't know And that's when you heard my calls I couldn't let you go Fell on my knees, turned my face to the rain Sold me my stubborn soul I could have been someone I hurt everyone Phoenix is rising, it's rising again

I should've been a cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride Stealin' the young girls' hearts Just like Gene and Roy Singin' those campfire songs Woah, I should've been a cowboy Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive I bet you've

Oh, yeah, I'll still take you home So what do you know? Oh-woah, woah, woah Oh, you know nothing Yeah, but I'll still take you home Well, it's ever so funny 'Cause I don't think you're special, I don't think you're cool You're just probably alright But

Woah woah, na na na na Do we really, do we really wanna let ourselves down? Took us so, so long to get here Yet we're still so far away Amor, amor, no hay nada más importante Are we not fed up with sorrow? No hay perdón en tu corazón Are you not fearful

(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that) (I'm too lowkey for that) Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah Tryna show the hoes the cash flow My foot is on the gas though (I'm not too lowkey for that) What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do? It's all dope,

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Just a little bit Now make it clap You know what to do with that big fat butt Hot damn it Your booty like two planets Go head, and go ham sandwich Woah, I can't stand it 'Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on