I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin' I'm gonna write write a letter, telephone every town I know Wants every downtown man she meets I believe, I believe my time ain't long I believe I'll Dust my broom I believe I'll dust my broom I quit the best girl I'm lovin'

I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!

Leonardo DiCaprio Break up with a text Bitch, I write write a check Watch me me with a chick Take off in a jet So I just never stress I don't know what's next, yeah I don't want my ex, no Girl, you know the rest (bye, bye hoe)

If you wanna ride, just name your price don't play cheap, with your heart Don't make a bet if you can't write write the check, for me me, for me me. Cause I can be bought, but you'll pay the cost If you can afford me me If you want me me, a cherry on on top, the pick of the

You're so supreme The lyrics I write write of you Dream, dream, day and night of you Scheme just for the sight of you I've been consulted by Franklin D. But now I'm broken hearted Can't get started with you I've been around the world in a plane Settled

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh But words, they won't do it justice I got something on on my mind I could write write it on on a sign I need a translator at the tip of my tongue There's a freight train of emotion stuck in my lungs

You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide Say you were made to be mine No one could say what we get to be You know you want me me So don't keep saying our hands are tied You claim it's not in the cards And faith is pulling you miles away And out

I signed it with love from me me to you I tried to be cool But my feelings they don't allow me me to And all that I ask Is that at least you write write me back I'm waiting Here's my paper heart Ends up with you

But y'all already said that Diamonds on on my neck Diamonds on on my wrist Bitches on on my dick Choppers in the trunk Models in the front Bottles in the club But I don't give a fuck Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard

Can't nobody do your body like my body I'm sorry, your mama know what it is I'll write write your name on on the living room wall There she go looking like my future baby mama I'm about to give her all of her grandkids Singin' there she go looking like my future