Won't you stay 'til the A.M.? All my favourite conversations Always made in the A.M 'Cause we don't know what we're saying We're just swimmin' 'round in our glasses And talkin' out of our asses Like we're all gonna make it, yeah yeah You and me were

I got no money but I want you so Wants to kill me something He wants to kill me off of the street Don't wipe my tongue Or spread me up and break me a fever Give me something I can believe in Give me something to walk me away I'm a waste of time And all

Pour me another one Make it a strong one We’re gonna have some fun tonight Just like the other one Make it a double rum We’re gonna castaway tonight Easy living down in paradise

It was all a dream yeah homey I am on my job I got my foot in the door but still hustlin' for more I'm fed up (ay) I'm fed up (ay) I'm fed up (ay) I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired Yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (I'm

I know I don't take you to heaven anymore It's nothing like before I can tell by the way you love me In the middle of a sleepless night Got a feeling and it just ain't right The feeling just grows in my mind Something's missing in the way we kiss Never

I still fuck 'em like I used too I need to put that shit on Youtube Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy Single ladies come and have my baby Hey my nigga come and grab your lady Lemme see you twerk it, lemme see if you can twerk it 'Cause you know

We're gonna get it, get it together right now Gonna get it, get it together somehow Gonna get it, get it together and flower Oh oh oh oh oh oh We're gonna get it, get it together I know Gonna get it, get it together and flow Gonna get it, get it together

Being a low life 'Cause I'm a low life, and I'm lovin' it No you can't change something that you don't understand Livin' it up, livin' it up I got the whole damn world in the palm of my hand I'm a low life, so fucking deal with it I'm livin' it up,

Go ‘head on, Tulane. Tulane and Johnny opened a novelty shop, Back under the counter, was the cream of the crop, Ev’rything was clickin, and the business was good, ‘Till one day, lo and behold an officer stood. Johnny jumped the counter

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself