And I can't take this Keep talking while I'm walking away You can say what you have to say 'Cause my mind's made up anyway Lets go ya'll These people are running off at the mouth Trying to convince me that I'm running on empty Trying to convince

And we don't need nothing e-e-e-lse And I say to people, "that's my lady" I don't want no trust fund baby (no, I don't want me) I don't really want no trust fund baby And all we used to dream about Is getting rich and getting out Move to the nicer part

This could be my destination Say you'll be mine Maybe it's just a feeling, every time we meet But you hit me right out of the blue from all those people out on the streets And if one time you told me that you loved me - heaven knows I would feel that I

Mo' money, mo' problems So I'd rather be broke And all my people say, whoo Mo' money, mo'-mo' money 'Cause all I've ever been told Mo' money, mo' problem 'Cause every time I see you, I be screamin' "Hallelujah" But you're all about the Benjamins, I see

Can we go back, this is the moment So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us Like the ceiling can't hold us Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over And all my people say Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothin' Tonight is the

I really miss you miss you say Forget your problems Lay down and start up Innocence of what you are Is what I want I bring my colors Drip down and drained out

You know, you got me with the love and feeling I know, my body cares only what to say Got to keep it all in line, all in line (Sexual attraction is confusing, maddening, euphoric, even dangerous. It drives people to extreme behavior, even unspeakable

Well I don't really care what people say I don't really watch what dem waan to do Still I got to stick to my girls like glue And I mon nah play number two All I know the time it is gettin' dread Need a lot of trees up in my head Got a little damsel in my

And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline I think there's a flaw in my code These voices

We’re dancing on tables 'Til I’m off my face With all of my people And it couldn’t get better they say And it’s all out of tune Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on We’re singing 'til last call Such a good