I'm into it I mean, if you're into it, I'm into it This couch is getting smaller, but it's my favorite place Don't even ask the question, you know what I'm gonna say Whatever trouble that you're thinking, I could get into it I see a king-sized bed in the

Spent most of my youth Out hobo cruising And all I got for proof Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes So long babe, I got the flashback blues So goodbye nonbeliever Don't you know that I hate to leave here While window shopping through the past I

Whoa whoa whoa People gonna say what they say But we don’t care about that anyway Haters gonna hate Don’t you ever change Only thing that matters That you need to know You’ll only find it in your heart and soul We don’t care what they say

Blame it on the bag You can blame it on the bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money But I still can’t

Maybe it's just jealousy Mixed up with a violent mind A circumstance that doesn't make much sense Or maybe I'm just dumb I don't know you but I think I hate you You're the reason for my misery Strange, how you've become my biggest enemy And I've never

I really love you Girls go wild on the West Coast "Come on baby, let's go" That's what she said Sunshine brighter than blind love It's all in the name of the wild wild west You know I really do Whatever happens, I hope you're happy, too So what you wanna

I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time In thinking such a thing could be That you could ever care for me I'm sure you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me Just the same I'm not entirely to blame

You heard it, you want it, you got it, it's crazy You play it, you bump it, you know it, it's crazy Hate if you wanna, that don't phase me I ain't going nowhere right now It's the fo' pound bandit The coke hand to hand, and he Detroit bredded Goddanmit O

I can't escape the heat Under your cover Swimming pool summer Gimme your number I wanna take the heat Physical wonder A sensual hunter I break a sweat at the château A party crowd that I don't know

You just want what you can't have I'll call the cops If you don't stop, I'll call your dad And I hate to do this to you on your birthday Happy birthday by the way "It's not you, it's me" and all that other bullshit You know that's bullshit Don'tcha',