Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but

You better, you better, you better I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better When that check come I be like I pull up, like what's up,

I'm in love, Got the feeling called the "blue hoo's," since my sweetie said "Good Bye" Seems I don't know what to "Do Hoo" All day long I sit and cry That last long day we spent alone I'm yearning for it yet She thrilled me, filled me, with a kind of

Dial tone, nothing but that high note We go, breaking up like cell phones When I speak, 'cause you don't listen when I talk When you speak 'cause I don't listen when you talk Words turn to riddles, we make it worse Gets worse with every letter, letter

I am who I am My time has come No gods, no masters Take it or leave it A rebel at heart United as one Back to the wall I picked a fight

It don't make no sense unless I'm doing it with you It don’t make sense, no It don’t make no sense unless I’m doing it with you The sun don't set the same as you're watching it go down with me And I won't sleep the same unless you're waking up in here

These vultures from the past, coming In all the hells and worlds, the time has come Delivered from their eyes We leave the shores to see the mountains rising A distant impression grwoing This judgement creates the pain in we hold Destructive intentions

Cry agony, cry agony Try honesty, try honesty Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls Die tragedy, die tragedy Hop in your dump truck, reverse for good luck Ride over me, ride over me Call me a cheapskate, come on for Pete's sake Forgive me

Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentley 'bout, whoa Pipe down, throwin' up shots First we

Without one another It's not like you never tried to forget her But these days are better without one another Hey kid, everybody's prone to some mistakes If you'd always kept it straight, you'd never learn You'd run the risk of all the risks you take