Fellas if ya love your girl fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies, Usher Usher, yeah man, true story, Real G's wit me on this one, ya, ya, ya, ya Wifey home, wedding band I'm a lucky man, You'd think I'd be satisfied and truthfully

(Call me when you try to wake her) Call me when you try to wake her up I can always sleep standing up This here is the place where I will be staying There isn't a number, you can call the pay phone Let it ring a long, long, long, long time If I don't

Trough all my school days I hated boys Those April fool days Brought me loveless joy I read my Plato Love I thought a sin, But since your kiss I'm reading Miss Glynn! I took one look at you

As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer. Even now the intensity of his

I'm holding on to your soul Oh you know when you're alone I'm holding on, and on, and on, and on And I'm not letting go And you know, you know, you know I see you under blue skies I need a little sunshine I fell into your brown eyes

Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm That's not who you are That's just not your job Stop tryna be God, God 'Cause air traffic controls the landing Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Black boy fly Watch that black boy fly So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it." So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga I hate it." I used to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo Frustrated and I'm riding down the back streets Making my conscious ask me

As someone who has had you on her mind Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat And covering the crossroads I'm standing at Or maybe it's the weather or something like that But daddy, you been on my mind I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down,

Has only got so long Even the sweetest plum Maybe we're overgrown Maybe our time has come Baby, we're barely holding on (Got so long) You can't change what the seasons bring The sweetest plum Watching you sleep

Baby, I know you better Yeah, you know no better Say you different, who you kidding? Baby, I know, I know no better Dime qué vamo' a hacer Que hoy yo te quiero ver Gucci, también Chanel Lo que tú me pidas, bebé