I gotta know tonight If you're alone tonight Can't stop this feeling Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria Oh can you feel it, do you believe it? It's such a magical mysteria When you get that feelin', better start believin' 'Cause it's a miracle, oh say you

Some fuckin' attitude I can't believe what you say to me You've got some attitude Inside that bitter brain There's gotta be a whore If you don't shut your mouth Oh, attitude

I, I'm a do you dirty Say you love me now, baby, it's too early You think you love me now, I think you should be worried Swear you see the good in me But that don't beat the hood in me And I got my intentions and use Guess I'm make believe 'cause baby, I

I can't fake the daytime Found an entrance to escape into the dark Got false lights for the sun It's an artificial nocturne All that I believe I'm as fucked up as they say An outsider's escape for a broken heart I'm just as fucked up as they say

I've come so far, I won't turn away Let go of the past and live for today No, I never said it was easy We're starting over again Oh, you fucking gotta believe me We nearly fell off the edge Circled by the wolves Circled by the wolves, they want me dead

Do it (do it) do it (do it) do it (he-ya) I know you're probably saying "G" I know you said it but woah, woah, woah 'Cause you really didn't believe You didn't think that we would go, go, go But don't take it no way, me and my bros We just got to do it

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

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night? Ah-oh boy,

I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah) Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Yeah, it’s Freaky Friday I’m in Chris Brown's body I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday Lil

And I just can't seem to break The shackles of the city boy blues Well, I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues Fireflies and dogfights Runnin' hot in the heat Street noise, another bribe Things too hard to believe go head out My heart's in the