Get high like Ali Ba, Chippi Chippi Niggas ain't fuckin' with me Wigglehot, Ali Ba, do the Chippi Chippi Yeah, ha, Mudboy Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa Chippi Chippi, I ain't get high in a minute I can't fuck with shorty, she got too many feelings

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

If you give me what I want I'll give it to you right back What we came for They don't got it like that where you from I will, I will, I will Never forget the thrill I asked her can I have your number Looks like blue must be your color Love the way you

I can't get over you Try as I may oh it no use My heart just can't leave you alone My mind won't believe you're gone I forget where I'm goin' in my own house I got myself in this, I'll get myself out I talk out loud, at the top of my voice I sing Whoa

I don't, I don't, don't know what it is But I need that one thing And fall into my arms instead So get out, get out, get out of my head And you've got that one thing Something’s gotta give now 'Cause you've got that one thing So get out, get out, get out

Shitty niggas, you some turds, ayy Yeah, VVS the chain When it rains I'm still happy Got some American hoes they call me daddy-y And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as fuck And if you gettin' buck, them clips is up And we get to airing it out, and we

My taxicab's waiting Wish I could hold you one last time After all we had together There's gotta be a better way Of telling you goodbye If I had a horse I'd ride off in the sunset If I had wings, I'd fly off

I'm prepared to die in the moment I swear by the moment What's love without tragedy 'Cause together ain't promised forever As long as we got each other Die in the moment 'Cause even forever ain't forever I was his Marilyn Monroe Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out

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