I need it now It won't get out, it won't stop He won't give up, and I won't up and go I don't know how He won't give up, but I won't up and go Somethin' is boilin', boilin' in me Someone is toyin', toyin' wi' me It don't move out, it won't leave It don't

I don't argue like this with anyone but you We do it all the time blowing out my mind Just like a star across my sky Just like an angel off the page You have appeared to my life Feel like I'll never be the same Just like a song in my heart Just like oil

I just want to celebrate! I'm a motherfuckin nigga with an attitude Die nigga! We are born to die nigga You've been dyin for 400 years Niggas know how to die Niggas don't know nothin' else, but dyin' Niggas dream 'bout dyin' I got a case, of spittin' in

My eyes fall open on you It's like my dreams keep goin' on and on and on, it don't Matter what we're doin' As long as I'm with you, and I can't imagine anything I couldn't love you through the bad days There's gonna be mistakes But, baby, I'm here to stay

Time passes in the constant state And I wouldn't understand that I would try to play along I took it with me But when things are thrown away like they are daily So if that is how it is I don't wanna be a star But a stone on the shore Long door, frame the

You may be wrong but you may be right You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for You may be wrong for all I know Turn out the light Don't try to save me But you may be right Friday night I crashed your party

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out

I look you in the grill And I laugh inside Niggas always perpetratin Like they down to ride But please don't try to tell me What I can not see What's the real definiton

I don't know what you came to do, girl What you came to do tonight But I came to party Ghetto girls (la, la, la) Suburban girls (la, la, la) International girls, you smell me? (la, la, la, la) You're probably thinking to yourself, what's the occasion?

And I don't know how it gets better than this You take my hand and drag me head first And I don't know why but with you I'd dance In a storm in my best dress There's somethin' bout the way The street looks when it's just rained There's a glow off the