Yes, yes, yall, and we don't stop, until we start never nodding off, That girl's all mine, she always right on time, She stops at red lights, then the gas on green, This is starting to feel like an American dream, Yes I can be arrogant like I'm who the devil sent, but there's many angels that keep me out the basement, Keep me out of darkness, guard my heart regardless, Even when I'm doing wrong, all I see is fine print, All I see is short-term validation that I'd rather not run in place with, Or get a taste of, you were the highest drug that I've ever been on, And I hate recording all these sinner songs, That's for the record and my last name too, When I write these lyrics over you, My God... Yes, yes, yall, and we don't stop, until we start never nodding off, That girl's all mine, she always right on time, She stops at the stop signs and never speeds, And she has everything I need, That good babe of mine, she's all day, all the time,