Fare thee well They told me on the phone What are you gonna do do When your trouble gets like mine Get a big spade And dig down in your mind It's your last chance To shake it it up with me They don't don't have no man at all

I’m finna pull up right on ‘em Your ho wanna fuck, I don’t want her Popped a perc and I’m geeked in Aroma You rented it, I’m the owner Took your ho cause she gave me a boner Look at my dab persona In the trap I serve a stoner My niggas came from the

I'll shit on you! I'll shit on you I'll shit on you, da da, da da, da da I will shit on you I don't don't care who you are I don't don't give a fuck about you or your car Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck

Just a touch of your love Just a touch of your love is enough To knock me off of my feet all week Just one touch To take control of my whole body Just a touch of your love Don't Don't you keep it it all to yourself I feel like for the first time I am not faking

I know where you went but I don't don't know how you got there Lucidity, come back to me Put all five senses back to where they're meant to be Silver tongue hill where you talk up what I' d play down I would speak up but I wouldn't know what to say Oh it's

Party's on, let it it run You're in town having fun 'Cause you're looking for chance to run Let's run, whoa oh You're the fame, scream my name Gonna know it it now the game is on Don't Don't stop, whoa oh You're a hotshot, ten o'clock, ready for the night to rock

Na na na na And the best is yet to come Don't Don't look now, the best is yet to come Take my hand, the best is yet to come I know, you know That we've only just begun Through the highs and lows And how can I live without you You're such a part of me

'Cause you lift me up No I don't don't get down And I know, no matter how much colder Or how much I carry on my shoulders As long as I'm standing, I'll be closer 'Cause it it ain't over, 'til it's over But we don't don't get down No we don't don't get down We can turn this

Girl, don't don't tell me that it's morning Can we keep the curtains drawn I haven't given you fair warning But our ship, she sails at dawn It's true I must be going but I swear I won't be long There isn't that much ocean between Boston and St. John's I'm a

Goodness knows You're my honeysuckle rose Don't Don't buy sugar You just have to touch my cup You're my sugar When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips Seems the honey fairly drips Every honey bee fills with jealousy When they see you out with me