Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' To make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had You must treat your lover girl right If you

I'm a gargoyle (word) Got 'em hard boiled (boiled) Where this popcorn? (Pop) I'm on top floors (hey) Bitch, I'm country (top, top, top) I mean Tom Sawyer Black on black mirror (yeah) That is charcoal No (What lil' shawty, what lil' shawty say)

Tats on my face (Tats) This Backwood an eighth (Hey) Your trash, you're waste I was on the Nawf smoking on shake (Nawf) Thirty round on the Glock make you shake (Baow) Chasing the bag, I race (Bag) I make a plain bitch great (Plain bitch) Look in his

What were all those dreams we shared Those many years ago? What were all those plans we made now Left beside the road? Behind us in the road More than friends, I always pledged Cause friends they come and go People change, as does everything I wanted to

I wanna stay up all night Like this, all night, hey Up all night (Up up all night) Katy Perry’s on replay She's on replay DJ got the floor to shake, the floor to shake And jump around until we see the sun Hold on to the feeling

(Bury us all) My time to stand This is my chance This is our chance I see them coming with shrouds to bury us all Before we were, before we were born they shaped our lives Leading us into an unmarked grave in moments Moments life could end so I will

Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin' on, and on, and on Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on me Brian and Tony gold let the ladies know, they got it goin' on Hey sexy lady, I like your flow Your body's bangin', out of control (uh) You

Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up

They say that you play too loud Well baby that's tough They say that you got too much Can't get enough They tell you that you look a fool And baby I'm a fool for you They say that your mind's diseased Shake your stuff

So much love to give So much so much love So much love to share Pure blackness, oneness so rare Let them know they're missin' out Mama Africa Sweet blackness, oneness