Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama 'Cause I'll be standing on the side When you check it out Bam bambam bambam bambam Bambambambam bambambambam When you get it off your trip

Check it check it check, check check Yo, when it come to sex advice, I'm the one to call If you a virgin with blue balls or you tear down walls Not Dr. Ruth, call me Dr. Knockboot Pimped out hats, rock fashionable suits A class for the youth, Sex Ed for

I believe in rock 'n' roll I work so hard I'm dealt the cards I'm told exactly what to do I lose control I rock 'n' roll It's gonna help to see me through Check it out

Oh hey da da di da, di da da Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the

Oh my god I'm missing you My heart is breaking slowly I've been searching out the window In my world of pallid blue And I keep checking my shadow In an empty room My heart will keep on searching I heard your name sail on the breeze I turned my head to

Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers Best friends And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars I wrote a goodbye note

Leave me fucking lonely You know me, and honestly I'm better without ya Don't you got me checking on my phone by the hour Baby, I'm hoping and praying My knees weak, I'm shaking 'Cause you know that I always needed saving Now I'm fucking lonely, and you

All the way down Let it ride Gotta check it out Out on the street The summer heat Boys playing games Changing their names Pulling tricks Getting their kicks

I know perfect timing feels like I'm too late Check me out And I know I'm still great in spite of my mistakes You know it's authentic, every rhyme I say My only regret is I made niggas wait See, ain't too many like us, we like vintage Bape And I don't

Baby, baby, baby, light my way Baby, baby, baby Ultraviolet Oh, come on Ultraviolet (oh) Sometimes I feel like I don't know Sometimes I feel like checkin' out I want to get it wrong