Uh-huh, understand this I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin' about I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit Nigga I'ma do what I wanna do When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it And you better hope I don't do it to you Now, I don't care what momma

Ain't nobody Loves me better Makes me happy Makes me feel this way Loves me better than you And now we're flyin' through the stars I hope this night will last forever Oh oh oh oh Captured effortlessly

Nothing can change the way I feel Nothing can what you've done You will never, be forgiven I hope you suffer as I have suffered I want you to suffer, as I have suffered This is a war of attrition and I won't stay Nothing could change what you've done You

I just hope it lasts forever I think this might be paradise I think this might be wonderland Ricky Rozay Maybach Music Get you out to France, fly you out to Nice Or we can chill out in Atlanta, let's enjoy the feast We can do the spa, we can do the mall

I'm a nigga and I can't go outside I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside We looking bad on the news black on black homicide I need them dollars, got these problems with this llama on my mind They make it harder by the day, gotta keep this hope alive

I will hold on hope Rain down, rain down on me Oh I will hold on I will hold on Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams 'Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams I sit alone in this winter

Oh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots When nobody said life was going to be easy And we travel to this emotional roller coaster called life And we have our ups and downs Just keep in mind When you hit rock bottom

It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings Pull harder Flush gasping white reddening You smile and destroy it it's time that we end this

I hope you never see me wind up Want a song that's indelible, like manimal, What is wrong with this animal? I'm terrible Farewell, my sweet paramania I have a choice between the bat or the belt Each time I hear about the hand you've been dealt Spare me

And experience robs me of hope Without thinking of them I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them And his fist Cut the smoke I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke And in the car