Run away fast as you can Runaway from me baby You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douche bags Let's have a toast for

The story is a sad one, told many times The story of my life in trying times Just add water, stir in lime How the west west was won and where it got us Blood from a stone Water from wine Born under an ill-placed design A stroke of bad luck, Wrong place, wrong

High lights I need every bad bitch up in Equinox We only makin' the highlights Tell my baby I'm back in town Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to only be highlights I need to know right now if you a freak or not I wanna know

Who wants to ride? Who wants to roll? Westbound, southbound, where the wind blows Who needs a plan? Bring the whole fam Load 'em all up in my VW van (V-dub, VW) Yeah, who wants to ride my VW van? (V-dub, VW) A bag of beef jerky sitting on a road map

Murderer Used to think the quick now thoughts travel the slowest I remember so they want to murder RA 'Cause I got knowledge of self Unoheal, Unoheal (Rock a bet) Who want low boats of keys from overseas Then put it in the streets and spread like a

(Africa, Africa) So what you know about Yo, in case you ain't know I go by the name of Akon and I'm from Home of the Goree Islands I'm from Senegal, West-side So I'ma share with you where I'm from And how I was comin' up So what you know about the

The cavalries charged When God's on your side Oh my name it ain't nothin' My age it means less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I was taught and brought up there The laws to abide And that land that I live in

(Diamonds are forever) Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme Good mornin', this ain't Vietnam still People lose hands, legs, arms, for real Little was known of Sierra Leone And how it connect to the

You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it (I love it) I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck (whoop!) 'Cause you know in the old days they couldn't say the shit they wanted to say They had to fake orgasms and shit We can tell niggas today, "Hey, I wanna cum,

Waves don't die Let me crash here for the moment I don't need to own it Waves don't die, baby Let me crash here for a moment You set the night on fire I'm still gon' be here in the morning Turn me up!