When I come up in the club… I’m talking mad shit.
Come up in the club – I’m bout to get my ass kicked.
Cause I’m sipping on some gin, sip sipping on some jack, slip sixty in her panties with my number on the back.

Cause the proof is in the Kodak, of throwbacks in a dark and vacant corner – you were freezing – I was warmer.
And the roof is blown, you know that. And baby chases like she don’t know what she’s seeing – I was steady – you were fleeting.

Punkbitch - cause I’ve seen it before.
Punkbitch - and I don’t care anymore
Punkbitch - and I just want you to know, that we dating mad models and poppin mad bottles tonight.

When I come up in the club,… I’m actin mad dumb. Ladies lookin at me tell em come and get some.
Cause I’m sipping on some jack, sip sipping on some gin, tip tipping all the strippers like I know them as my friends.

Cause the proof is in the Kodak, of throwbacks in a dark and vacant corner – you were freezing – I was warmer
And the roof is blown, you know that. And baby chases like she don’t know what she’s seeing – I was steady – you were fleeting.

Punkbitch - cause I’ve seen it before.
Punkbitch - and I don’t care anymore
Punkbitch - and I just want you to know, that we dating mad models and poppin mad bottles tonight.

Write it down, and scratch the nouns, cause I just can’t keep coming back…

You put my picture in a box, it was the one inside your locket. What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket? Your fingers say to come but your eyes say I should stop it. If I regret all I’ve done I would be trapped inside that locket.

I got this shit on lock – I got this shit on lock
Holler – holler at me if you on my block

I got your dogs on a collar, baller…
So how you like that?
Chokechain on their necks and I don’t think they bite back
Woof, woof – how dey howl…
Get some chow they bout to growl…
Little dogs’ll kill you dude – as soon as you let em out…

Purebred – shining with the nice coat…
Your head – when I sick em at the right throat…
Big teeth – shock collars on their necks…
You fuck with 3OH!3 and motherfuckers know they’re next

Now get your drum on – come on and get your drum on – getcha getcha drum on – come on and get your drum on…

I got a chokechain for my pit bull, mane…
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler…
I got a chokechain…
I got a shock collar…

I got my wolf on my white T…
He wont bite me – fucking with me and you get bitten most likely…
Howling at the moon – growling at the lightning…
The slang I spit is mad frightening…

We got the drum hits…
Tell you kid to get a bit of etiquette before he splits the seams and tries to spit a bit of rhetoric…
To gut, it’s insane – toke a gun, put it away – yeah we be running the game – yeah it’s all one and the same…

Now get your drum on – come on and get your drum on – getcha getcha drum on – come on and get your drum on…

I got this shit on lock – I got this shit on lock
Holler – holler at me if you on my block

I got a chokechain for my pit bull, mane…
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler…
I got a chokechain…
I got a shock collar…

Oh god – god, she’s really done it now.
Coked up her body’s all spun around.
Oh yeah – yeah, she’s really done it.
And seeing her just isn’t something I can stomach.

Back it up back it up, if you talking shit to me
Smack it up smack it up, if you act a bitch to me
Stack it up stack it up, if you’re fucking rich as me
My daddy owns a dealership the rest is fucking history.

This ain’t a love song
This ain’t a broken heart homey singing only cause he’s lonely
This ain’t a love song
This ain’t a whiskey drowned ballad - there ain’t nothing here that’s valid

So tell me baby pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard, tell me how to stay strong and carry you home, over corpses of our long lost fathers and our unborn daughters cause god damn it I can’t do it alone.

Oh no - no I’m not impressed with you.
Pink drinks have seemed to get the best of you.
Walk late and sleep until the sun sets, I’d talk but you took the tongue I talk with.

Back it up back it up, if you talking shit to me
Smack it up smack it up, if you act a bitch to me
Stack it up stack it up, if you’re fucking rich as me
My daddy owns a dealership the rest is fucking history.

This ain’t a love song
This ain’t a broken heart homey singing only cause he’s lonely
This ain’t a love song
This ain’t a whiskey drowned ballad - there ain’t nothing here that’s valid

So tell me baby pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard, tell me how to stay strong and carry you home, over corpses of our long lost fathers and our unborn daughters cause god damn it I can’t do it alone.

I could call you out and complain the rain has worsened, but it’s that much better if I did it all in person.

So tell me baby pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard, tell me how to stay strong and carry you home, over corpses of our long lost fathers and our unborn daughters cause god damn it I can’t do it alone.

I mean what can I say… three babies in the back seat singing -to you - hey DJ won’t you play that song for me…
In my home and my homies all singing to it – 3-0-3-0-3

I ain’t calling for a close-up, no clubs, no cars. Bitches with their nose jobs, no dubs no stars. I’m a do it how I always have whiskey in a 40 bag, pissing in the alley way out back of where the party’s at. I ain’t spending on a new whip, new hat, new kicks, bitches with the huge tits, new gat new slips. I’m a do it how I always do, sleeping til the break of noon, waking just to make it through another night of shaking you.

I mean what can I say… three babies in the back seat singing – to you - hey DJ won’t you play that song for me. And turn it up on the radio - I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go.

I ain’t signing on a new lease, no cooks, no keys. Models with their nose bleeds, white lace, gold beads. I’m a run it like a marathon, party til I’m 50, wake up on my parents’ lawn them cops still out to get me. I ain’t sipping on a mixed drink, pinky out lips pink, talking to a rich skank, filled up like a sperm bank, I’m a go where I always go, drinks are on the house, whiskey’s on the rocks while your sisters on my mouth.

I mean what can I say… three babies in the back seat singing – to you - hey DJ won’t you play that song for me. And turn it up on the radio - I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go.

If I was a rich man and – I’d never been to sea…
Could I take you anyways and – would you come with me, baby?
If I was a sick man and – I never meant to be…
Would you love me anyways and – would you marry me?

I mean what can I say… three babies in the back seat singing – to you - hey DJ won’t you play that song for me. And turn it up on the radio - I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go.

Go ahead and burn it down.
I’m drunk and so is everyone else in this devil town.
They won’t let me turn around to get one last look at my baby, she’s still around.

Go ahead and build it up again.
This city’s just cemeteries and forgotten men.
My only hope’s to see you, and even if I never do, she’s still around.

I know what youre thinking, but that won’t stop this drinking.
It’s the least I can do, cause this life is anything but certain, when they close the final curtain, you’ll get a glimpse of the truth.
Cause you’re still around.
She’s still around.

Go ahead and burn it down.
I’m drunk and so is everyone else in this devil town.

If I had something to say to you I’d whisper it softly…
Kiss you on your rosy lips and never let you off me…
Shiver on a roof and see your face lit by starlight…
Hold you through the night and watch that Colorado sunrise…

I’ve got five fingers on each hand for every mistake that I’ve made, plus my tongue is tied to tonsils and I need to shit and shave.
I’m a shade too pale for handsome and have habits I can’t shake, but if you try to take that from me well I’ll never be the same trainwreck – that I am… and I am what I am what I am what I am a trainwreck… that I am and I am what I am what I am what I am a trainwreck…

As long as it’s OK with you I think I’ll stay right here…
I got nowhere to go cause where to go is up to you dear…
Happy as a clam I see the glimmer in your eyes…
Hold you through the night and watch that Colorado sunrise…

I have no care and never cared because I have no place to go, live in a room missing a wall and couldn’t pay a plant to grow.
You can try to make this pretty – pick up all my dirty clothes, and if you never really get me than I guess you’ll never know this trainwreck – that I am… and I am what I am what I am what I am a trainwreck… that I am and I am what I am what I am what I am a trainwreck…

I’ve got five fingers on each hand for every mistake that I’ve made, plus my tongue is tied to tonsils and I need to shit and shave.
I’m a shade too pale for handsome and have habits I can’t shake, but if you try to take that from me well I’ll never be the same trainwreck – that I am… and I am what I am what I am what I am a trainwreck… that I am and I am what I am what I am what I am a trainwreck…

I’d watch that Colorado sunrise…