Oh it´s the price we gotta pay And all the games we gotta play Though it´s a life we gotta choose And the price is our own life until it´s done 'Cause it´s a game we gotta lose I thought I knew makes me wonder if it´s worth it to carry on How long I have

This makes as much sense as a frog on a chain A leper knocking trees down with his fist Twisting my ear like I'm a school yard churl You know I want to sit beside that long-legged girl Wearing overalls and daddy's boots and mom's old coat Let's sing one

Southside on the track, yeah Take it out the bank, go put it up Got my main hoe, put her up Straight off the lot, go put it up My last two foreigns pulled up Straight out the bank, go put it up Everybody in the hood gon' pull up

Uptown funk you up I'm too hot (hot damn) Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch uh Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo) 'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you Uptown funk you up (say what?) Hey, hey, hey, oh Called a police and a fireman

What can you show me That my heart don't know already And you're qualified to me Only losers go to school That my heart don't know where it is And you're qualified We make our own sins You're qualified to me We did it unknown

The world keeps spinning, It won't stop, it's just beginning Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo 'Cause I got high hopes, high hopes. And when we grow old, I'll say "I told you so" 'Cause I got high (high, high) hopes Woo-hoo, woo-hoo High hopes for me and you,

Not tear gas nor baton charge That stops you taking the city Ghetto defendant It is heroin pity Starved in metropolis Hooked on necropolis Addict of metropolis Do the worm on the accropolis Slamdance the cosmopolis

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life (yeah, yeah,

Uptown funk you up I'm too hot (hot damn) Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch uh Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo) 'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you Uptown funk you up (say what?) Hey, hey, hey, oh Called a police and a fireman

Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then I feel like a black militant takin' over