Nigga really wanna die in the night time Tired of feelin' like I'm trapped in my damn mind Tired of feelin' like I'm wrapped in a damn lie Tired of feelin' like my life is a damn game Don't go, stay up and don't go Don't go, don't go to sleep Nigga

But I don't really mind Shifting, shifting, shifting Aloud like it makes so Much difference to me. Huffing, puffing, marching Around like I know how Much better it should be. I know it looks like I disagree Nine tenths of the time

I really don’t care, I really don’t care Really don’t care, I really don’t care I know I’m not a typical guy, and your friends say I don’t have a chance But I wonder if you pay them no mind, ‘cause it’s costing us time Can you give me a chance to show

Round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round Round, round, round, round I don't really wanna run around, yeah Time is going slow and I don't mind, yeah Tell me if you know I'm really found, yeah I don't really wanna run around Saying all the

But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me Is the answer to the question on your mind And I'm sick of all my judges But I know that I can make it As long as somebody takes me home (Every now and then) Nobody ever had a dream 'round here

Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me, all me for real Got everything, I got everything I cannot complain, I cannot I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot Fuck that, never mind what I got, nigga

Just saying When you change your mind I'll be waiting You should leave him 'Cause it really makes me sick You don't need him I'll help you get over it 'Cause I'm better than him You got a boyfriend And he's a total loser

Without him I really don't mind A little bit lonely He'll make up in time As long as he loves me He'll answers his crime The door stays wide open I know that he's mine I know that he's mine - Caro Emerald

I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna You can't talk to me about that good or bad karma Don't don't really care 'bout you Don't don't wanna hear

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your f me pumps And the men