The way he should I got it bad, and that ain't good Never treats me sweet and gentle 'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around My man and me We pray some

(I'm bad at love) Each time the feeling fades Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I Always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes 'cause I'm bad at love I know that you're afraid I'm gonna walk away Got a boy back home in Michigan

'Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time Ba-ba-ba-da-ba Oh, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die 'Cause I got me for life Oh I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba

And I'm not going home with you, home with you I ain't got no time for no games Tell me what you like but it's never gon' change I'm not being rude, can you give me my space 'Cause I do what wan-wanna do So you do what you wan-wanna do Your words are

Got a Hennessy in my hand One more time 'fore I go Higher powers taking a hold on me I need a one dance 'Cause if you're down (back up, back up and) Baby, I like your style Ooh yeah, very long time Back up, back up, back up and wine it Where, where, where

And you know my heart, well it's waiting for your call Won't you take your time on me? (Take your time on me) 'Cause we got nowhere else to be You fall in my arms Baby won't you let your phone keep ringing Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a

(ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted Sometimes I feel I got to (get away) For these streets like a fein for crack But pullin me back Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cause no matter drama or gossip My heart is your hood my dogs niggas I

Can you see his silhouette? And I've got my mind, made up this time 'Cause there's a menace in my bed Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head Let's cause a little trouble Oh, you make me feel so weak I bet you kiss your knuckles Right before

Only 'cause I got rock and roll 1, 2, 3, 4! This music is our time To reel out and rewind