Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, been wishin' for you Tryna do what lovers do ooh Say say say, hey hey now baby Tell me, tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not? I'll bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not? You

Sugar how you get so fly? Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceiling Before you play with fire, do think twice Sugar, how you get so fly? But sugar, how you get so fly? Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, hey She got cherry lips, angel eyes

MC's, you like the way we swing Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone The Underground is rockin with the hip-hop song MC's, you like the way we swing (you like the way we swing) MC's... they don't know DJ's... they don't know The funky beat is

A real street nigga will never ever call 12 I still don't give a fuck how a fuckboy feel How you gon' keep it real and your diamonds not real? I do it so big I make a hater feel little I can't tell you why they hating but I have an idea You never liked

Oh, how many travelers get weary Bearing both their burdens and their scars Don't you think they'd love to start all over And fly like eagles out among the stars? And fly like eagles out among the stars It's midnight at a liquor store in Texas Closing

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

We’re dancing on tables 'Til I’m off my face With all of my people And it couldn’t get better they say And it’s all out of tune Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on We’re singing 'til last call Such a good

Where have you gone, from me? The one that I loved endlessly. Does it have to be so cold in Ireland? Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me? Are they ready for me? Here is a story Of hope and of glory. He's eighteen years old And well I fell in

Love isn't good enough And the waves in the sea They slip away just like me So let go, oh You weren't good enough Only dark hearts (You're vicious now, yeah you're vicious now!) Waking up I don't feel alive How fucked up are we inside

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so