Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones. In the event of something happening to me, There is something I would like you all to see. It's just a photograph

You saying all the right shit Well girl I like it I'm going to make this night romantic It's yo shit (ooh baby) Come on and take advantage of it (it's yo shit) It's yo shit, it's yo shit I'm gonna like you baby And I know what you've been dreaming about

It’s just you and I tonight Why don’t you figure my heart out Instead of living in your head I’m rushing in a small town I forgot to call you Running low on know how This beats made for two 'Cause I remember that I like you No matter what I found

And your love is the best thing that I got And it’s only just begun, but it’s never gonna stop I know sometimes it seems like I I'm just a little bit behind I get back on the beat and you know it So what if I just wanna be a little bit out of my mind I

To love somebody You don't know what it's like, baby You don't know what it's like The way I love you If I ain't got you, ain't got? There's a light A certain kind of light That never shone on me I want my life to be lived with you

You know you're not fucking up, though Get locked up and get back to it, yeah You know what the fuck going on, man You better strap in your set or it's gon' be a rough ride It's the king, bitch No introduction really, necessary Get the message like a

Behind grey clouds is blue skies and sunrise, oh oh And God knows I have tried to visualize what it's like to feel warm 'Cause me and you haven't spoken in several weeks (Warm, warm), warm Never felt like this before Got them, grey clouds hanging over me

Do your dance it's your birthday Move that ass it's your birthday Spend this cash for your birthday Blow that bag for your birthday Spend a band if you worth it You know I like it when you work it Hit your dance on your birthday It's what you want for

Devour, devour Suffocate you own empire It's your final hour Stolen like a foreign soul What a way to go! You know they're only toys Take it and take it and take it and take it all Take it and take it and take it until you take us all Smash it and crash

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to