We're a disaster, yeah you know it's true All of my friends, I love my friends We've got each other, don't need no others We're a disaster All my friends are, they're on vacation But I'm just stuck here in this parking lot Well, looking for a mirror, I'm

But in love, love, love You gotta act like a woman and think like a man You gotta act like a woman And think like a a man Why you call me your dream bed And foolish of me I believe that You said every king needs his queen babe That's why you needed me

I never saw the gal again Just dig my grave beside the railroad So I can hear the trains go by (Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder) Come and gather all around me Listen to my tale of woe Got some good advice to give you Lots of things you oughta know Take

Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?) Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis) Gucci, Gucci (Gucci) Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis) I got 'em all singin'

I just ball like I supposed to Quarter mill when I roll through Got the game from the old school Focused on break no rules Operate on my own truth I've been making my own moves I keep hearing this game say You could be the one if you so choose (I just

Brand new, brand new This new place I got to New world, new sky That's so blue, it's black too New growth, new growth All these fakes I outgrew Blue bands, blue bands Get my cash from drive-thru Boy you're too flash, too flash

Niggas are in a state of emergency The death side, mirror damage of where we are today The life side a vision of where we need to go So sign your death certificate Fuck all, y'all Lisa got him Alright, on three, one, two, three Come on brothers we gotta

Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad

Pass a beer One more long day down, the coast is clear Looks like we're alright and all right here You wake up, the guy on the radio Says it's time to get where we gotta go Gotta do what we all gotta do to get to the part where we get to cut loose And

All eyes on me I need your attention Put your body on me You the one I'm missin' I don't want your love We ain't gotta fake it We both tryna fuck All eyes on ya Ask you how your week been