Ah-ooh, mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Ah-ooh, mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
At a party on the Westside
Showed up quarter after midnight
Had like four too many Budlights
God, I know just what it feels like
When your knees, they feel weak and you
And you don't wanna speak, and the
And the days become weeks and the nights become life
When you feel like you're dying but it's mid-July and you're cold
I can not get up, but
Trust me I'm tryin' to
I'm making these messes, I'm tearin' these dresses
I'm slurrin' my s's, I know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no sweat
Na-na-na, na-na
Yah, girls on the floor got a thirty-point lead and a minute left (Woo!
You see the sweat?)
Queen’s on the team in ...
I don't understand, you said you'd never leave
You told me that you'd be there, but you lied again to me
You're always on my mind
And when it's late at night
I think of w...
