And the cradle will rock Yes the cradle, cradle will rock And when some local kid gets down They try an' drum him outta town Oh Oh yeah, get up

But I'd rather be broke down with you by my side I said without you I was broken Without you I was broken So without you I was broken With everything ahead of us we left, everything behind But nothing that we needed at least Not at this time And I,

Bring it on home, bring it on home Bring it on home to you 'M gonna bring it on home to you I've got my ticket, I've got that load Gone up, go higher, all aboard 'M take my seat, a-right way back, ooooh yeah Watch this train goin' down the track

Don't I look good? Yeah, baby, baby I'ma look good, I'm just talkin' 'bout sex, yeah Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex, oh no I'm just talkin' 'bout sex and I'm so ready for regrets I know you remember when way back in December we was in love, yeah I

Stay papered up, on gang (oh) Stay papered up, woah Heavy ass Mercedes Benz on top rims Big chain, pink diamonds, candy ring Couple million dollars off my own strain Your life like a video game, Grand Turismo I'm in that GT-R 'cause I pop the six four I

We'll show you the world and we'll teach you a trade It's not a job, it's an adventure, oh yes sir, I got that Ah, but you never told me I'd get my ass shot at Oh, you'll meet lots of new friends and you're sure to get paid You never told me I'd get my

(Bum, bum, bum, bum-buh-bum, bum) ah, buh bum, bum, bum Baby (baby) Oh, baby, give me one more chance (To show you that I love you) Won't you please let me Back in your heart Oh, darling, I was blind to let you go (Let you go baby) (Bum, bum, bum,

I said, oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh) Hey, hey yeah Something's got a hold on me, yeah (oh, it must be love) Oh, something's got a hold on me right now, child (oh, it must be love) Let me tell you now Oh, it must be love (you know it must be love)

Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club You can't even get in Ha ha ha, Leggo

He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play Dedication, devotion Turning all the night time into the day Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies "Be-Bop-A-Lula", "Baby What I Say" Here comes Johnny singing "I Gotta Woman" Down in the