Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

Sing a new song, Chiquitita Try once more like you did before There is no way you can deny it Chiquitita, tell me the truth Chiquitita, you and I know How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving You'll be dancing once again and the

Do you believe in life after love I can feel something inside me say I really don't think you're strong enough I don't need you anymore No matter how hard I try You keep pushing me aside And I can't break through There's no talking to you It's so sad

The way things are going They're going to crucify me Christ you know it ain't easy You know how hard it can be The newspapers said Standing in the dock at Southampton Trying to get to Holland or France The man in the mac said You've got to go back

I unapologize 'Cause you heard me right I meant every word Won't take back the way I feel about you Can't unsay what you heard And I won't try to fight 'em back or hide my feelings for you Last night, I was pouring out my heart like a waterfall to you

Can I give you a little piece of the pie? Shake it, bake this thing for me Cause you just flow so viciously Just Blaze! You know what? You talk too much Hoe get up out my face unless you trying to fuck

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

(Welcome to L.A) Where you can see the whole city burning 'Cause the cops got Uzis and the dealers keep serving And your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times Trying to

Get, get, get, get, get out and push And now we're wasting time Same old pickup lines And you keep trying Don't waste time I can almost taste it All right, you sinners, swing! Danger in the rear view mirror There's trouble in the wind Badness bringing up

Na-na-oh, na-oh Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me? Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy? Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady Na-na-na, na, na-na-na, na Catch a asthma attack, the