I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no It's fuckin' TR3YWAY! It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen Uh, you got the right one, mm L-let these-l-let these

Let it take you right down to your knees Sometimes the only way around it Is to let love do it's work Seven forty two in the morning Eight seconds before it all sinks in So let it hurt, let it bleed Let it burn to the worst degree May not be what you

These bitches say they got love for their fans But they're fake and lie it's all a part of their plans The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And you're a god damn fool if you trust a disguise. Hey kids, give me all your fucking money. Got a

Take it out on me And it's alright And now it's you who's floored by fear of it all Broad-shouldered beasts fill the sky Manhattan beats at the night But you are wrapped up in wire Curled up in fright So I took you to the city for the night To dance

If you want me Are you really here Or am I dreaming I can't tell dreams from truth For it's been so long Since I have seen you I can hardly remember your face anymore When I get really lonely

You, I know you`re everything That I've been looking for And I, I look into your eyes And could not ask for more So it`s only fair to lay it on the line Hold on, I`m gonna need a little time But if I ever fall in love again Sometimes when this broken

You like it, I love it Complexion (two-step) Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love) It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love) Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you

We're broken and damned But together we'll find a way And no longer shall hell awaits We will seek all the light in the day 'Cause forever our love will breathe Close your eyes baby and lend me your finger Together we walk out as one No lonely nights,

I can see the pain It's written all over your face Blessed visionary cut me with your sun The rivers ran in blood Spark fueled to fire Deep withing the endless void Searching for a sign The vessel forged inside me Watches over like the death

Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala Dippin' in my blue Impala Yeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my Lowrider dogg. Ya heard me? It's time for all the lowriders out there Yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on