For a very, very, long-long time I've been on my motherfuckin' grind Yeah, so I deserve to ball like Kobe Yeah, got a bad ori in the back Yeah, and I don't fuck with no new niggas We've been homies for a long-long time She say she love me, love me,

You wanted me to be weak But when shit got bad, I was strong And now I flex up all day long I catch feelings way too quick But I lose them so much quicker My old girl's arse was thick But my new girl's arse is thicker I thought that I loved you but I was

Pass a beer One more long day down, the coast is clear Looks like we're alright and all right here You wake up, the guy on the radio Says it's time to get where we gotta go Gotta do what we all gotta do to get to the part where we get to cut loose And

(Why has it been so long? Why has it been so long?) Girl you know we got thangs to do Why has it been so long? Why has it been so long? Come thru girl you deserve rounds tonight So get your ass in that car and come thru Know ya, know ya got that thang

Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We're on the train to Bangkok We only stop for the best Our first stop is in Bogotà To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams

Valentine, valentine I can take you out, oh-oh We can kill some time, stay home Throw balloons, teddy bears and the chocolate eclairs await Got nothing but love for you, fall more in love every day It don't matter just as long as I get all you tonight I

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Well, go and get your own damn high 'Cause I got, I got nuggets I got, I got, I got nuggets They try to chase my supply Man they, try to chase my supply That shit hits and you're in for the long run And by the sound of it, regretting your clear neglect

I belong to the drinking class Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs If you're one of us, raise your glass We belong to the drinking class If you gotta, gotta label me, label me proud We're up when the rooster crows Clock in when the whistle blows

Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, you’re breaking my heart Have mercy on me, I’m falling apart Got your made up mind And I just don’t know how we got So wrong, for so long Have mercy on me, mercy my heart Somehow I can’t let go But I know I’ve