I'm so lonesome I could cry Hear the lonesome whipperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low Well maybe the night is cold But together they fade Like the shadow that ran up to the hills Trying to fix her wings There's a saint and

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?) I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Alright) Rappers swearin' they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man) Scheme scheme, plot plot (say what?) I'm comin' for that

Can't be getting mad what, you mad? Can't handle that Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy What if I, had a thing on the side Made you cry? Would the rules change up or would they still apply? If I played you like a toy Wish we could switch up the

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

Rich Forever gettin' more bands I put that bitch on a stretcher Scraping the bowl for the extras Pockets they stuffed with the extras We got the paper like too many lectures I'm the professor I just pulled up in a foreign New level, ya dig

Yeah, gimme, gimme, gimme money (money) Spendin', spendin', spendin' money (yeah) People say they want my spot? (yeah) But you'll never get it from me Squad is stupid, my team strong This right here is my theme song Go and get it when I need somethin'

If crazy is a place, then I hope they've got space for two She might be my cocaine She might be my rehab And I know it's messed up but I can't get enough of you It don't matter what we say It don't matter all the things we do And I ain't tryna OD But if

Turn the lights on, turn the lights on, baby Turn the lights on, lift your hands up Lift your hands up Or get down Get up or get down Sucker punched, down for the count They stole your thunder then your crown Paralyzed, just hangin' around, you better

I still get jealous 'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful And everybody wants a taste That’s why (that’s why) I turn my cheer music up And I’m puffing my chest You can call me obsessed It’s not your fault that they hover I mean no disrespect

They're coming for me Running from the madhouse, they won't take me back Got the medicines to give me what I need Yes I'm burning up but music is my drug Doesn't matter if I shout or if I scream Men in white coats, coats, getting so close, close I feel a