I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got hitters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag Told my plug I need a pound You know I'm good for it I book a

You wanted to play the coldness follows This isn't a game your life I'll swallow You wanted to play but I already won 1 I love hurting you 2 I love your pain 4 is for the torture and 5 is for the shame 'Cause ever time you want it I get off on this game

Nah, I don't give a fuck Y'all can suck my dick I'm making pesetas while they're talking, talking shit Don't waste my time for this I'm making my dollars, dollars while they're tweeting tweets Nah I don't give a Wow, wow, great, great Rilès you're

You never loved me like I loved you Hanging on the weekend You're gonna be okay if I start seeing somebody new You hope that I do It won't be long 'Til I forget to call every time that I'm drinking And you ain't the love song I can't keep from singing I

All the things you do It seems that all the autumn leaves are falling I feel like you're the only reason for it If you leave this time I feel that you'll be gone for good, so And I hold on like leaves and fall to what is left Said her father left her

In your arms tonight yeah It will free your mind yeah Can you feel it feel it feel it feel it oh And it's all for your body It will free your mind I just want to have a good time (yeah,hmm) (It's all about having a good time)

Dance, dance We're falling apart to halftime And these are the lives you love to lead I'm two quarters and a heart down And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds Why don't you show me a little bit of spine Dance this is the way they'd love (way

Let it take you right down to your knees Sometimes the only way around it Is to let love do it's work Seven forty two in the morning Eight seconds before it all sinks in So let it hurt, let it bleed Let it burn to the worst degree May not be what you

And be happy for the rest of your life Make a little more love Make a little less money Off a little less honey Can’t have it made there in the shade When you’re workin’ all the time Make a little more love, more love Be happy for the rest of your life

Come, take my hand Let us walk for a while Your burden of pain Replaced with a smile For the peddlers of death Come calling one more time Bearing promises So called friends running loose Draining you whole