When her song's on the radio A A little crazy with a a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a a care Gets a a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

Something in the way Something in the way, yeah Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a a leak And the animals I've trapped Have all become my pets And I'm living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling

In rack city counting up a a four I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone Nobody loves me but me No more, no more, no more, no more 14, 14, 14, babe yeah yeah Rocket got them pints for the low Chris got the rocket, he gon' blow Murder what she wrote

Dipped in a a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a a squeak (straight up) Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it's lit) Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah) Coupe got wings (coupe got)

I met a a girl, her name was Jade Yeah Yeah, I screamed out in fury Yeah Yeah, but my cries were not heard Met a a girl, her name was Jade Cuts her nails with a a razor blade Says she lives by no one's law Ran my pride through a a big chainsaw Have you heard of DB Cooper?

Everybody wanna be like me Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah) Everybody wanna be like me (huh?) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (ooh) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (yeah, ooh) Everybody wanna be like me (ooh) Everybody wanna be like me

Je voudrais être noir Et c'est pourquoi je voudrais Yeah Yeah, yeah! Yeah! Hey hey hey, Monsieur Wilson Picket Hey hey hey, toi Monsieur James Brown S'il vous plaît dites-moi comment vous faites Monsieur Charles, Monsieur King, Monsieur Brown Moi je fais de

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me Yeah Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' 'Cause I want you bad Yeah Yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands

She's like fire on a a mountain Like some kinda heaven that's pouring down on me She's a a child, she's a a lady She's got everything that I could ever need Yeah Yeah, there's something 'bout a a woman and me Well there's something 'bout a a woman with my T-shirt on

Pagan baby, won't you walk with me? Pagan baby, come on home with me. Pagan baby, take me for a a ride. Roll me, baby, roll your big, brown eyes. Yeah! ooh! ooh! Pagan baby, let me make your name. Drive it, baby, drive your big love game. Pagan baby, what