Word for word for word forward They're just fucking words Say have you heard Goodbye Jimmy, farewell youth I must be on my way I have had enough of you I was a young man proud and true Just a simple boy with nothing else to lose Years that I've wasted

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's

Hips starts swaying when the DJ drops one She might be a mess but she's a hot one With her little jeans and white t She might rev up an old boy's heart or even stop one Putting on a show tonight, letting go tonight She might be a mess, but she's a hot

Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast The fool retaliated so I had to think fast Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day? I'm tryin' to

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave

Love yourself and be kind, water your soul Celebrate, find your light It don't matter who you are, where you're going, you're not old We all know, yeah, we all know I work hard (damn right), I get bored (sometimes) Do it big (all night), still want more

Never take your love away I can't fight it anymore Since you've been around We've got love in store Beggin' you baby All I know is the way that I feel Whenever you're around You've got a way of lifting me up Instead of bringing me down

When I look up at the stars As I walk in the night Down the street by my house It feels good The light from the moon Is afraid of the ground So it falls behind spaces And hides behind clouds When I look up at the clouds

One more tear to cry, here come the lonely nights Take it on the base, take it on the westbound line Every time I love, I always seem to end up crying So this is my goodbye, wrote it on the way back home You say you never loved me, I wish somehow I could

Get off your ass and hustle Niggas they runnin' for cover I'm fuckin' your bitch under covers I'm the definition of a hustler I was juggin' so hard, got busted (busted) Them lil' model bitches ain't nothin' I would hustle so hard, my wrist straight