You watch it while I live it (live it) My life, your entertainment I walk they follow (ay) I talk they holler (ay) My life, your entertainment (entertainment) I guess I'm just here for your amusement (yeah)

I don't want no tutti-frutti, no lollipop Hey babe, hey babe, hey babe, hey babe Been in town, my baby We just got to rock on Yeah, darling, we just got to go home Come on, baby, just rock, rock, rock Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, honey We've been shakin' all

Get it now, yeah Looking for the medicine man They say he’s not too far to find They say he’s giving site to the blind They say his every act is divine Yeah, yeah turn me up Lunatic, yeah Turn me up, so loud The next time on the dance floor

Walkin' on the beat, yeah We feel the love and we are not ashamed I'ma wake up to my nakedness 'Cause I'm walkin' on the beat, yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Naked when the beat drops Closer, closer We are the people, we are the people We are the people of

Wishing all the OGs could see me now, now yeah Oh ya ya yeah Oh ya ya ya ya ya ya ya yeah That's when I realized this shit was bigger than me Bigger than me When the whole town on their feet And they all just waiting on you to speak That's when you

These arms of mine, Let them hold you, They are loony, Lonely, and feelin' blue They are yearning, Yeah yearning, from wanting you And If you would, How grateful, grateful,

Dear god, when I wake up, please can I have wings on my penis? amen Uh yo huh yeah let's do this Hey, yo, fuck this shit, I prayed to god but he forgot this kid Woke up and I was like, "I can't believe this, still ain't got no wings on my penis" Penises

Are you smelling that shit? The only thing that's ever stopping me is me, hey Then know that my life was just a killer dream, yeah Eau de résistance Some princes don't become kings You only get what you grieve I testify if I die in my sleep Even at the

And the preacher said he was a good man And his brother said he was a good friend But the women in the two black veils didn’t bother to cry Bye bye, bye bye Yeah they took turns laying a rose down Threw a handful of dirt into the deep ground He’s not the

Young black America Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner White man kill a black man, they never report us Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up Mama she was sour, sippin' on