'Cause she's good enough, good enough to Good, good, good, good enough Yeah, yeah wow Dig it, wow U.S. prime, grade A stamped, guaranteed Grease it up and turn on the heat

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

We were tangled up in a blanket on the sand And the moonlight, watchin' that tide roll in Her skin on mine, the only thing I got on my mind Is a two-piece memory of her and me layin' on the beach And her sunburnt lips on me, yeah, her sunburnt lips Back

And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now

Whoa-oh oh oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Till we see the sunlight TiK ToK, on the clock But the party don't stop no Tonight, Im'ma fight Yeah, you got me Woah-oh oh oh

All you gotta do, now I had a dream Crazy dream, uh-huh Anything I wanted to know Any place I needed to go Hear my song Yeah, people don't you listen now?

Yeah, I'm gonna do it again! Sick of my life. I'm tired of everything in my life. Paralyzed. Nothing's getting through to me. Hypnotized from all my surroundings. I want to be something I could never be. I want to say things that I could never say.

Standing with an army I'm standing with an army When I'm with you When I'm with you (when I'm with you) Yet you understand Yeah like no one can We both know what they say about us But they don't stand a chance because I know that I've been messed up

This what God feel like, yeah Laughing to the bank like aha, yeah Flex on swole like aha, yeah You feel some type of way then, aha, yeah Yeah (this what God feel like) Ever since a young man All I want to be was a gunman Shooting up the charts, better

Hey mothafucka I’m real as shit Aw yeah I’m back in this bitch Everything I’m talkin bout real as, real as shit And you don’t gotta like it but get off my dick And you don’t gotta like it but get off my, off my Everything I’m talkin bout real as shit Why