Make the bomb bomb beat I'll give you melody Make the song so sweet You gon' come home with me, oh Play that audio We can't live on without the rhythm (sayin', no, no) We got the stars (stars) We got audio

Up in this town, God Cat got their tongue They sell their soul I'm gonna beat them all It's place called Queens But nobody's looking for trouble In a world where I've never been In search of twigs My body's cold as I amble

Play dead, play dead with me Close your eyes and don't speak Lay with my body Slow down your heartbeat No need to escape We can find our own way You got me hiding in cupboards 'Cause darlin' you're the only one I can't stand the TV screen

I break the law, hop in the Wraith Doing the race, dodging the case Get out my face, get out my face Get out my face (Jay Young's got that beat locked) Dodging the case! (It's 6 figure music baby)

My soul is wearying Oh Lord who will comfort me? I said my soul is wearying Beating down from all of my misery yeh Gotta hold of my heart Keeps me bound where the whole wide world is free yeah My home is a wreckage a family ground Impli-ed in poverty

You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah I can hear

Na na na na na And love is the name I just wanna be right here So we'll never regret that Life's gonna be what we be So we'll turn the music up tonight Let the beat set you free Give everything you got and Dance all your worries away

She's got a ticket to ride But she don't care She ought to do right by me My baby don't care, my baby don't care I think I'm gonna be sad The girl that's driving me mad She said that living with me For she would never be free When I was around

I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no It's fuckin' TR3YWAY! It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen Uh, you got the right one, mm L-let these-l-let these

Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah We too playa, yeah, we too playa Yeah (DJ Durel) The way we put this shit together, you know what I mean? Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean? I got this man on the saxophone You know what I