Doo-doo-doo we're on to you Underneath the shaker knit he's a brick wall Tearing her down, talking her down under your breath Making a mess, see she is happy you want to break it You the number one wet blanket Falling for the creep the body leech here he

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight Before the bleeding sun comes alive Here's hoping we collide I want to make the best of what is left hold tight Eyes make their peace in difficulties with wounded lips and salted cheeks. And finally we step to leave

I want dem all Gimme dem all Jump up up up and move your body di di So shake that girl and dance, talk to me Gimmie the gyal, dem money all for work it Gimmie the gyal, dem money all for twerk it All of the girls in the air, dey my women Shake that girl

Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Ring, do you hear me calling? Not a fighter, a lover I just want you, my darling (Purps On The Beat) Breakaway, and make a way to make it Love the way you lookin' when you naked Treat your heart just like a

Wouldn't it be great I want to be Consequence free If no one ever got offended To say what's really on your mind I've always said That all the rules are made for bending And if I let my hair down

Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms 'round me I'm givin' you whatever you want Girl, you know I can provide Whatever you need Whatever you need, babe Listen to your heart, baby Ooh, baby I don't care what them people say Mustard on the beat, ho Ooh

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it (Maybach Music) You scared to die nigga? Open your eyes wide and I pray you are All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss) I got a lick boy, I got a lick 2017 trust me boy,

Over the edge I want to believe To the need what you say and the art you create You're digging your grave, my helpless enemy I want to preserve this legacy Again we'll wash away the blood And all the years will start to rust Crashing waves to the fire of

It's my own fault, baby Treat me the way you want to do Yes, at the time, you were loving me, baby At that time, little girl, I didn't love you At that time, little girl, I wouldn't be true Used to make your own pay checks, baby And bring them all home

Is this what you wanted to be Alone standing by yourself Is this all you wanted to be It's stranger than fiction How you've decayed It must be so lonely Lost within your ways Or was that a cry for help By yourself, by yourself, by yourself