[00:05.089]You got that sugar in your voice
[00:09.696]You're living shameless, it’s a choice
[00:12.408]You keep your laces like your boys
[00:14.921]Tied up, tied up, tied up, tied up
[00:18.488]And there's a word around this town
[00:20.872]It's kinda sounding like your name
[00:23.864]And more than rumors get around
[00:26.376]I was lined up, lined up, lined up
[00:29.600]
[00:32.865]But cherry chapstick, drama queen
[00:33.059]Tiptoeing these downtown streets
[00:35.560]Tried to sink her nails in me
[00:38.566]But I don’t really need to see what's under that
[00:41.264]T-shirt, I could but I gotta **** with me first
[00:45.583]Girl you know you're hotter than a fever, fever
[00:48.750]But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
[00:51.561]No, you don't even like me
[00:54.082]You just want another pair of Nikes
[00:56.882]To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers, bleachers
[01:00.117]But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
[01:02.978]No, I don't run around with
[01:08.129]
[01:09.638]I know I could take you home
[01:12.554]And let you dirty up my soul
[01:15.011]But you'd just leave me all alone so
[01:17.974]Time’s up, time’s up, time's up, time’s up but
[01:21.225]I mean, I want to but I can't make those promises
[01:24.054]The loose lips lovers who goin' put double knots in this
[01:26.895]From seven little digits on the bathroom stall
[01:29.803]Everybody's had their hands up under your
[01:32.752]T-shirt, I could but I gotta **** with me first
[01:37.001]Girl you know you’re hotter than a fever, fever
[01:40.110]But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
[01:42.977]No, you don't even like me
[01:45.377]You just want another pair of Nikes
[01:48.325]To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers, bleachers
[01:51.513]But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
[01:54.361]No, I don't run around with
[01:58.253]
[02:05.947]Cherry chapstick, drama queen
[02:09.967]Tiptoeing these downtown streets
[02:12.551]Tried to sink her nails in me
[02:15.543]But I don't really need to see what's under that
[02:18.449]T-shirt, I could but I gotta **** with me first
[02:22.633]Girl you know you're hotter than a fever
[02:25.490]And I don't run around with sneakers, oh
[02:29.178]You don't even like me
[02:31.114]You just want another pair of Nikes
[02:34.039]To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers, bleachers
[02:37.228]But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
[02:40.118]No, I don't run around with

You got that sugar in your voice
You're living shameless, it’s a choice
You keep your laces like your boys
Tied up, tied up, tied up, tied up
And there's a word around this town
It's kinda sounding like your name
And more than rumors get around
I was lined up, lined up, lined up
But cherry chapstick, drama queen
Tiptoeing these downtown streets
Tried to sink her nails in me
But I don’t really need to see what's under that
T-shirt, I could but I gotta **** with me first
Girl you know you're hotter than a fever, fever
But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
No, you don't even like me
You just want another pair of Nikes
To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers, bleachers
But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
No, I don't run around with
I know I could take you home
And let you dirty up my soul
But you'd just leave me all alone so
Time’s up, time’s up, time's up, time’s up but
I mean, I want to but I can't make those promises
The loose lips lovers who goin' put double knots in this
From seven little digits on the bathroom stall
Everybody's had their hands up under your
T-shirt, I could but I gotta **** with me first
Girl you know you’re hotter than a fever, fever
But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
No, you don't even like me
You just want another pair of Nikes
To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers, bleachers
But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
No, I don't run around with
Cherry chapstick, drama queen
Tiptoeing these downtown streets
Tried to sink her nails in me
But I don't really need to see what's under that
T-shirt, I could but I gotta **** with me first
Girl you know you're hotter than a fever
And I don't run around with sneakers, oh
You don't even like me
You just want another pair of Nikes
To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers, bleachers
But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
No, I don't run around with