Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out You cop it live, boy I got it all on film Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk No you

We own the night! For the last time! We will all rise! Can't fall, can't die! Tonight we're so alive! We call, you rise! With you, we never die! Got the top down

I’ll always love you But tonight’s the night I choose to walk away So I pick up the pieces I get on the midnight train I got my reasons But darling I can’t explain I choose me And I know that’s selfish, love You are a dream

There can only be one me(can't nobody can't nobody do your body like me) I wanna make you moan Do it all night long Once I get you home Baby girl it's on I'm gonna kiss yo lips Then I'm gonna raise yo slip I'm gonna take your hand

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Gonna find you and make you want me Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake Those who could relate know the world ain't cake Jail bars ain't golden gates Those who fake, they break

You can't leave this world behind Veronika, Saint Veronika So be strong enough to hold onto us We're still right here by your side It's just not your time to die Damn God, yeah, God, yeah Oh Veronika, Saint Veronika They found an empty bottle on her

I know it's gonna be a good night I think I just met my wife I can't think when you're looking like that Can't breathe when you're moving like that But everything's gonna be alright I think I just met my wife (yeah, I said it) I don't know if I can say

I can't find no love No sympathy To happiness Some peace and rest They've got for me What kind, what kind of love They've got for me Where I can find, where I can find They don't love themselves

You can't buy love, but you can make it You can't make sunshine, but you can make love When life gives you lemons They pour down from the heavens This is what you've got to do Make some lemonade Drink it in the shade Don't let a bad day get to you You

You don't know Jack Double shot, eighty proof, on the rocks Until you've lost it all And you can't go back To your life, and your kids, and your ex-wife With just a telephone call If you think it's just a bottle In an old brown paper sack He asked me for