Gonna make it through this time Everybody falls down, all the way down You just gotta hold on tight You gotta get up, gotta get up It’s gonna be alright I'm never gonna leave your side It’s gonna be alright, ight Ever feel like you can’t breathe

I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

Ooh, oh, whoa-oh Thinking of you, thinking of you I'm thinking of you Wanna be with you I wasn't looking for a romance Blue skies but I'm in the dark Waiting on someone that gotta pick me up Ooh, I'm coming right back Tried to forget about you and no

Why are you laughing as if you're my friend? I'm gonna slap you again and again and again I like you better when you go away Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get up You gotta go away You were the love of my life for a day I kind of thought that You'd

Shit I gotta go and get a bag Gotta go and get a bag Wake up in the morning I gotta go and get a bag Momma need it real bad I gotta go and get a bag (bag, bag) Twenties, fifties, hundreds Dior, Gucci, 'Rari, two seat She's a movie, but means nothing to me

Everybody two-step in the motherfucker, what? Leave your sorrow on the table Pick up your worries and throw them out the window You don't gotta let your friends know There's so much trouble to get into Let's go, let go Two-step in the motherfucker, yeah

I just want you to be normal Why can't you bitches be normal? Always gotta be so extra Why can't you be normal? Yo, how do I keep (I don't know what's up with these hoes, man) Getting in relationships like this? (I'm just sayin') Maybe it says something

Aw naw, somebody just bought a Aw naw, it would be so wrong Yeah, I think I'm gonna leave I just had that one drink And we've all gotta be up early Boys, we oughta shut her down Just take it to the house Before anybody starts getting crazy So I started

I'm so sorry A son of a stepfather So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go You'll never be loved till you've made your own You gotta face up, you gotta get yours You never know the top till you get too low The sun shines on everyone, everyone love