And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep I wanna have fun It's time for a good time Oh, I've been workin' all week I need a good time Yeah, I've been workin' all week I've been workin' all week (Good time)

Please don't stop The video stop When it's nothing, loving, nothing That's all you admire Got no time for me, you ain't got no time for me While it's true It's all good now And these tears Fall in the sunlight

You only need a roof when it's raining You only need a fire when it's cold You only need a drink when the whiskey Is the only thing that you have left to hold Sun comes up and goes back down And falling feels like flying till you hit the ground Say the

Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all So dog, just know, for real I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes On everything Hey, say pimp, This to everybody stretched out behind the wall,

They put their trust in us They're gonna be like us Sunday morning, I heard the preacher say Thou shall not kill I don't wanna hear nothing else about killing And that it's God's will 'Cause our children are watching us So let's learn from our history

I think I've got a feeling I've lost inside You gotta roll with it You gotta take your time You gotta say what you say 'Cause it's all too much for me to take Don't let anybody get in your way Don't ever stand aside Don't ever be denied You wanna be who

All I needed for another day And all I ever knew All I needed was the love you gave Only you, only you, only you Looking from a window above It's like a story of love Can you hear me? Came back only yesterday

Eviscerated by your misery I watched you rot inside an open grave How long will we pray to silence? Don't give up, I've heard you say Over and over from an open grave It's not my suffering It's not my wound to cover I'm dying watching you bleed

They put their trust in us They're gonna be like us Sunday morning, I heard the preacher say Thou shall not kill I don't wanna hear nothing else about killing And that it's God's will 'Cause our children are watching us So let's learn from our history

Palms are fitted black and finely tuned He won't come down To triggers that cause bodies that tremble But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head "Why do we hide behind such ugly