Gravity don't mean too much to me Run away like it was yesterday I'm who I've got to be These pigs are after me, after you Run away from here You're gonna be the one left standing And we could run away If we could run away, I gotta bulletproof heart

These bitches say they got love for their fans But they're fake and lie it's all a part of their plans The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And you're a god damn fool if you trust a disguise. Hey kids, give me all your fucking money. Got a

In Oakland, in Oakland Foot on the gas All the red lights And the stop signs I'm ready to go LA, it's ya girl, Yesi Ortiz Got some brand-new music I need y'all to turn it up and tell me what you think

I was sittin' at home watchin TV all alone I'm so tired of reruns, the day goes on and on So I pick up the phone, call everyone I know Said there's gonna be a party, hit the music here we go You gotta live to party, bust your move Everybody's in the

Standing by the highway Just waiting in the rain You got me standing here waiting October sun is shining These tears they cause the pain It simply make up Only just to break up, oh baby And that ain't no fun to me I said it ain't no fun to me

Crazy, beautiful, sexy You got that real thing, that good-vibing feel thing Crazy, beautiful, sexy, unusual Innocent, provocative, so classic, you're rocking it Gives me that hard rush, I can't help but wanna touch And I just can't get enough, baby, just

This could be love Don't know what to do with you baby You just got me actin' so crazy And I think this could be love I just can't say no to you baby Whatever you want I'm so gone I can't think And I think it might be love

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm Oh Lord, gyal I got the right tactics to turn you on And girl I, wanna be the papa you can be the mom oh oh Make I see the gyal dem

What's Your Name Fool? First they gotta come bless me I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris' I would still get cut and would still catch a fade H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes It's The Unit man Nobody do it like we do it you nahimsayin'? Straight G's