Oh-oh-oh shit Ah, pose, bitch Bitch, I know you know Fired up, I'm sorted Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Stay dope, hoe rich

Some people want it all But I don't want nothing at all If it ain't you baby If I ain't got you baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothing If I ain't got you, yeah If I ain't got you with me baby

Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Richard, Happy birthday to you. Hah-hah-hah. Happy birthday my little son - my little 28-year-old son! Well, you were born by now, because you were born about five o'clock in the morning. Er... you'll have a

Way down we go And way down we go Say way down we go Father tell me, we get what we deserve Oh we get what we deserve You let your feet run wild Time has come as we all oh, go down Yeah but for the fall oh, my Do you dare to look him right in the eyes?

Both day and night and night and day You're gonna see a lot of me I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get you I'll make you love me, wait and see I'm gonna haunt you, I'm gonna haunt you Oh what a pest I'm gonna be I'll be the spoon in your coffee The knife

Sunrise, sunburn, sunset, repeat Moonlight, all night, crashing into me Nothing will ever be easy as you and me Tangled up with nowhere to be Just sunrise, sunburn, sunset, repeat We set July on fire Yeah, girl, you and I were

Ev'ry time we say goodbye When you're near There's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere Begin to sing about it There's no love song finer But how strange the change From major to minor I die a little

Don't you want to feel this fire before it's gone yeah yeah Your're sexy sexy I got things I want to do to you Make me make me Make my tongue just go do-do-do Flex it, flex it Flex your muscles, and through the roof Arrest it rest it 'Cause you're a

I want to hold your hand I can't hide I think you'll understand When I say that somethin' And when I touch you I feel happy inside It's such a feelin' that my love Yeah, you got that somethin' Oh yeah I tell you somethin'

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift