Don't you know there are always two sides Oh, there are always two sides To every story, yeah Oh, and two mistakes will only bring you heartache (Too late, too late) There's always two sides to every story Ah, he told me I treated him good Now you tell me

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself Leave it to beaver, America

And all of the nights and all of the days Yeah we’re watching them fading away And oh what a life when you’re rolling the dice When I’m gambling all of the time And oh oh oh oh oh I’m leaving now Sweet escape I just need you now Cold light wakes me in

Mountains may fall The stars may all disappear Just to hear you say you're mine The only words I need to hear Oh oh, yeah So you say you've got your plans Well life's got its plans too Changes that come and go Come tomorrow, one never knows, oh

Ooh, that talk Yeah, you know no better Say you different, who you kidding? Ooh, save that talk for the ones who don't know no better 'Cause baby I know you better ('cause baby I know no better) Baby I know you better Wild ones, like we fresh out the

Look how they shine for you Look at the stars And it was all yellow Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful Oh what a thing to do For you I'd bleed myself dry And everything you do

Ayy, where you from? If that coupe came with rims, I don't want it (skrrt) Stock me out (ooh, yeah,) big block me out (ooh, yeah) Robocops, they out (ayy,) put my guns in the house (12) So much cash over this way (cash) No, no droughts Bunch of alcohol,

They hold on tight Yeah, they hold on tight Ooh, they hold on tight Them lips won't let me go (Lips won't let me go, lips won't let me go, oh) Every birthday, every birthday Don't let this go to your head But you're the best, I've ever had Not to mention

Don't I look good? Yeah, baby, baby I'ma look good, I'm just talkin' 'bout sex, yeah Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex, oh no I'm just talkin' 'bout sex and I'm so ready for regrets I know you remember when way back in December we was in love, yeah I

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make