Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Get that cut up! Oh-whooo, cut up We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs I like it when you let me try, anythang Let a nigga get a little cut up girl It's two a.m. in

Get over it Get over it, get over it I turn on the tube and what do I see A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me" They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of

We get a little crazy We get a little loud We're never gonna fake it We are wild We are free We are more than you think So call us freaks But that's just the way we roll

It's gonna be a long one But I'm paying my way I'll be working all night long Well, you can't just get what you want Without a little work a day And you can't just stick out your hand No, it doesn't work that way And there's not much joy in the work

'Cause it's a good night To be out there soakin' up the moonlight Stake out a little piece of shore line I've got the perfect place in mind. It's in the middle of nowhere, only one way to get there You got to get a little mud on the tires. And then with

As Arabella Just might have tapped into your mind and soul You can't be sure My days end best when this sunset gets itself Behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side It's much less picturesque without her catching the light The horizon tries

Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to

Whoa, whoa, whoa yeah. Is there a place I can go? Is there a way to get me there? If I've forgotten what to say It's because all words are dust. If this is really what you think, How come you won't look me in the eye? All this crying in your sleep As I

If I could bottle it up If I could bottle it up I'd have a stash in the truck Splash in my cup, it'd never get old One little sip, just a taste on my lip I'd be taking a trip, wherever I go I'd keep a life's good, sweet bliss Does it ever really get

Crazy little thing called love, yeah, yeah Crazy little thing called love This thing called love, I just can't handle it This thing called love, I must get round to it I ain't ready I gotta be cool, relax, get hip And get on my track's And take a long