Seems like all the good shits gone Hey God, there's nights you know I want to scream These days you're even hard to believe I know how busy you must be, but Hey God... Hey God-Tell me what the hell is going on, Do you ever think about me It keeps on

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

Now she want a photo Ya You already know though You only live once, that's the motto nigga YOLO We 'bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga we don't really play Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say Can't see 'em

No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful And you don't have to change a thing, the world could change its heart You should know you're beautiful just the way you are Oh-oh, oh-oh She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she

Ahhh-ahhh, ahhh-ahhh, ahhh-ahhh, ahhh-ahhh So do you not want me to come over? Not much we know, so off we go Lazy bones and no concern Sees forty one mosquitoes flying in formation I'm alright, but my pet cockroach died of starvation Sleep 'till late, I

I lied, I lied, I lied I know I told you I stopped slanging yay, strapped everyday All the hoes say I'm fucking, every time I said I wasn't, only you that I be fucking Nah I ain't seen nothing, nah I ain't hear nothing, want to talk to my lawyer I swear

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

(They tryna blackball me) They tryna blackball me, they say I get too much money They want my name from me because they know what it do They say I'm A-Rod, n****, cause I got the juice They tryna blackball me, went and bought a Ghost as a coupe Soon as I

Why do you wanna go turn back time? Psychotic kids, they don't know what they want Wasted on the young Psychotic kids, we've got to keep control of them Come and take a ride in my psychotic mind My mum thinks I'm on heroin And my dad just thinks I'm gone

I don't want to stay Oh yeah can you see them? Out on the porch Ah, but they don't wave Round the front way, yeah And I know and I know On a porch a letter sat