Because you know I'm all about that bass, 'Bout that bass no treble, I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass Yeah, it's pretty clear, I ain't no size two But I can shake it, shake it like I'm supposed to do 'Cause I got that boom boom that all the boys chase And all the right junk in all the right places I see the magazines working that Photoshop We know that sh*t ain't real Come on now, make it stop If you got beauty beauty just rise 'em up 'Cause every inch of you is perfect From the bottom to the top Yeah, my momma she told me don't worry about your size She says, boy like a little more booty to hold at night You know I won't be no stick-figure, silicone Barbie doll, So, if that's what's you're into Then go ahead and move along Because you know I'm all about that bass, 'Bout that bass no treble, I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass I'm bringing booty back Go ahead and tell then skinny b*tches, Hey No, I'm just playing I know you think, you're fat, But I'm here to tell you Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top Yeah, my momma she told me don't worry about your size She says, boy like a little more booty to hold at night You know I won't be no stick-figure, silicone Barbie doll, So, if that's what's you're into Then go ahead and move along Because you know I'm all about that bass, 'Bout that bass no treble, I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass

I know your life On earth was troubled And only you could know the pain You weren't afraid to face the devil You were no stranger to the rain Go rest high on that mountain Son, your work on earth is done Go to heaven a shouting Love for the Father and Son Oh, how we cried the day you left us We gathered round your grave to grieve I wish I could see the angels faces When they hear your sweet voice sing Go rest high on that mountain Son, your work on earth is done Go to heaven a shouting Love for the Father and Son

Saw a '95 F150 at a stoplight Looked a lot like yours But it didn't have that learn-to-drive stick shift dent That I put in the door Or that Sunshine State sticker on the gate We'd got in a spring break town Damn, it's been a minute since I've been in it Now I'm thinkin' bout Whose hand's out the window When the window's down? (Ain't me, ain't me no more) Who's turning up the radio way too loud? (I did when I was yours) Who's beer bottle buzzin' on that bench seat Got you parking lot parking like you're seventeen Whose new perfume is fading mine out? Who's that pickup picking up now? Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup (who's that pickup picking up now?) Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup picking up now? Do you keep a hoodie in the backsеat Like you did for me, in case shе gets cold? Is my cherry lip gloss still there in your glove box? Wonder if she knows that I was her that summer Laid back in your shotgun seat Ain't gonna lie, yeah, sometimes I still wish it was me Whose hand's out the window When the window's down? (Ain't me, ain't me no more) Who's turning up the radio way too loud? (I did when I was yours) Who's beer bottle buzzin' on that bench seat? Got you parking lot parking like you're seventeen Whose new perfume is fading mine out? Who's that pickup picking up now? Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup (who's that pickup picking up now?) Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup picking up now? Who's picking up the phone on a Friday night When you call saying, "Babe, be ready in five" When you pull in the drive, who's climbing inside? Making memories with you that could've been mine Whose hand's out the window when the window's down? Who's turning up the radio way too loud? Oh-oh Who's beer bottle buzzin' on that bench seat Got you parking lot parking like you're seventeen Whose new perfume is fading by now? Who's that pickup picking up now? Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup (who's that pickup picking up now?) Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup picking up now? (Who's that pickup picking up now?) Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup (who's that pickup picking up now?) Who's that pickup picking up now? Yeah Who's that pickup picking up now?

I wasn't born yesterday I've succumb to your wicked ways So I'm movin' up, up and away Up, up and away, up, up and away Seem to think I'm your property And your misconduct is trashing me Now I'm searching for the debris For the debris, for the debris I'm a victim of vandalism Cause you covered me in grafitti I'm a victim of vandalism Since you left your mark on me I'm a victim of vandalism Cause you covered me in grafitti I'm a victim of vandalism Since you left your mark on me I'm a victim Of vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism I wasn't born yesterday I've succumb to your wicked ways So I'm movin' up, up and away Up, up and away, up, up and away Seeking sabotage any which way The damage done now, wouldn't you say? You really rub me up the wrong way Up the wrong way, up the wrong way. I'm a victim of vandalism Cause you covered me in grafitti I'm a victim of vandalism Since you left your mark on me Vandalism Vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism I'm a victim Of vandalism