There's a red dot between county lines Past the 805 population sign Blink you miss it, here we call it home It's got one stoplight and one church And a whole lotta people living down to Earth Any barstool you pick, you won't be drinking alone You can't breakup, makeup, or make out Without everyone and their momma finding out Growing up that sure got old But now I just wanna go Where everybody knows on a Friday We meet up 9 to 1 at the same place We sing throwbacks on the jukebox Whole bar buzzing with small town talk Everybody knows what your drink is People walk in like they're famous So we all know we ain't nobody But we all feel like somebody Where everybody knows, everybody knows everybody Everybody knows everybody Everybody knows, everybody knows everybody Everybody knows everybody You can't text an ex or have a wild night Without ending up a local headline Monday morning, you're gonna get some calls 'Cause 'round here, those rumors fly People kiss and tell, but it's all alright 'Cause by the weekend, we won't care at all We're gonna be Where everybody knows on a Friday We meet up 9:00 to 1:00 at the same place We sing throwbacks on the jukebox Whole bar buzzing with small town talk Everybody knows what your drink is People walk in like they're famous And we all know we ain't nobody But we all feel like somebody Where everybody knows, everybody knows everybody Everybody knows everybody Everybody knows, everybody knows everybody Everybody knows everybody So if you wanna keep a little mystery Shades on, hat down, low-key And coast right under that radar You should roll right past this bar Where everybody knows on a Friday We meet up 9:00 to 1:00 at the same place We sing throwbacks on the jukebox Whole bar buzzing with small town talk Everybody knows what your drink is People walk in like they're famous And we all know we ain't nobody But we all feel like somebody Where everybody knows, everybody knows everybody Everybody knows everybody Everybody knows, everybody knows everybody Everybody knows everybody, yeah

(Hey, what's good?) (Wha) (Let's get it) (Where we at?) (Aight) (Uh) Who that rude dude rockin' baby blue shoes? Drivin' off a cliff and wishin' you was in the car too It's that daytime Terror with his words so clever Make it rain from ya bitch's legs, grab ya umbrella, G Who that rude dude pissin' in your new shoes? Driving with the clip and shootin' pigeons with a Noob Tube It's the Terror from the Shred puttin' drugs in his head I'm the monster from the movies chillin' under your bed, G I'm not white, I'm green Man, fuck your lean, I'm smokin' PCP in a Jeep Feelin' fuckin' psycho, see? 'Cause I'm that dude from ya screen and ya speakers The one who hates teachers and preachers And shoves them off o' high bleachers Sip some Windex out a double cup Mix it with some other stuff Your mouth begins to bubble, words fumble You're in trouble now, G! Can't you see this only happens when you fuck with me? Siri, where his mama live? She won't stop texting me Who that rude dude rockin' baby blue shoes? Drivin' off a cliff and wishin' you was in the car too It's that daytime Terror with his words so clever Make it rain from ya bitch's legs, grab ya umbrella, G Who that rude dude pissin' in your new shoes? Driving with the clip and shootin' pigeons with a Noob Tube It's the Terror from the Shred puttin' drugs in his head I'm the monster from the movies chillin' under your bed, G I start cursin' in person It worsens when I speak in cursive, bitch One second, my nuts itch (Fuck man, your girl gave me herpes or something) Okay I'm back, with an axe And a big bag full of thumbtacks I ain't got no racks Not a dollar to my name But I got a sick stack of that summer cocaine Fuck a bitch that's down for the pain Fuck a gold chain Fuck all the money that I make In the corner doin' angel dust, eatin' pig guts Chillin' in the back of a pickup truck Ain't no rules to this game when it comes to me Bunnyhoppin' off a cliff yelling "suck my D!" R1, L2, Square, Up, Down, Up This life is a game and I don't give a fuck Who that rude dude rockin' baby blue shoes? Drivin' off a cliff and wishin' you was in the car too It's that daytime Terror with his words so clever Make it rain from ya bitch's legs, grab ya umbrella, G Who that rude dude pissin' in your new shoes? Driving with the clip and shootin' pigeons with a Noob Tube It's the Terror from the Shred puttin' drugs in his head I'm the monster from the movies chillin' under your bed, G

My baby sighs Looks through the fetters Down to the bone It pacifies You go get her And bring her back with you The day goes But I'm still around I'm lost to your eyes The cosmos You toss the salt A long way down beside you A heavy low I'm well below You'll never Kiss the sun But you fly close enough Dancer Younger blood Bet you can warm me up My baby sighs Looks through the fetters Down to the bone It pacifies You go get her And bring her back with you A heavy low I'm well below A heavy low I'm well below

I'm so alone Nothing feels like home I'm so alone Trying to find my way back home to you I'm so alone Nothing feels like home I'm so alone Trying to find my way back home to you I'm so alone Nothing feels like home I'm so alone Trying to find my way back home to you I'm so alone Nothing feels like home I'm so alone Trying to find my way back home to you