Feeling inside bubbling over, Don't need no doctor right ya know I need my lover. Something ah go 'round, but it's the sweetest sickness. Love's contagious, I don't need to be cured. Woman you fill my prescription, feel like a new man, Woman I need you

We don’t give a fuck Nigga we don’t give a fuck The police get away with murder That’s why we don’t give a fuck So you better leave your house with a burner I’m psyched out 'cause I’m already striped out But if I get caught without one Then my lights out

Yeah, I hear voices all the time I hear voices I hear voices like My dad sayin', "Work that job But don't work your life away" And mama tellin' me to drop some cash In the offerin' plate on Sunday And granddad sayin', "You can have a few But don't ever

Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt I am afraid I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me I will not make The same mistakes that you did I will not let myself

I know you don't work here anymore, I know you don't work here anymore I think I'd love to die alone But you don't work here anymore And they might fill your place A temporary stand-in for your face This happens all the time And I can't help but think

It's a lo, it's a lo, it's a lonely feelin' without you It's a lo, it's a lo, it's a lonely weekend It's a lo, it's a lo, it's a lonely weekend (so lonely) Guess I'm hangin' by myself, but I don't mind (I don't mind) It's a lo, it's a lo, it's a lonely

(Yea-ah) (habit, ooh) Waking up in my bed Staying up till two It’s a symphony you sing to me I don’t know what else to do But make a habit of you (habit, ooh) ‘Cause you’re stuck in my head When you call out my name

Then she's in control What would it take for you to just leave with me? And when a girl is with one I can't think for no one Gonna be here all the time I don't know 'bout your girl But I know she ain't touchin' mine

A toi d'exister Seul, face à la nuit Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely Laisse le destin l'emporter Quand ton coeur éclate I'm standing in the street Crying out for you I don't know why

Do you, Mr. Jones? You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard but you don't understand Just what you will say when you get home Because something is happening here but you