A nigga should've loved you better Should've treated you right But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane I should've put my focus on you In the club every night I just get it wrong when you do right And I keep just fillin' your head with the

All you have is your fire Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash And the place you need to reach When I was a child, I heard voices Some would sing and some would scream You soon find you have few choices I learned the voices died

Oh, heaven must have sent your precious love Oh-oh, heaven must have sent you from above Ooh, everyday, there's something new (oh, baby) Honey, to keep me loving you (oh, honey) And with every passing minute Oh baby, so much joy wrapped up in it (sugar)

Don't let them throw me away Flesh wound, flesh wound With medication it will fade Should I assume that someone hears me when I pray Full of hate Don't you love how I pray? Keep me and I'll be okay

Them niggas talking it but they just don't go harder than us When I pull up people so fresh in my ride We smoke the best you can buy Keep stunting just cause I can These hoes know just who I am You niggas never have never will You niggas never have and

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

No, I won't ever know another man that's so crazy like you No, I will never see another crazy m**********r like you Skeptic! Skeptic! Skeptic! I won't let you interfere I will keep your soul alive if I can't have you here

Down that dead end road Well, I feel like I'm runnin' I need someone to tell me Which way I ought to go? Say goodbye to the mornin' Distance keeps fallin' away Yes, I feel like I'm runnin' Hello evenin' time Down that road I'm flyin'

Head down, pussy pussy popping Head down, pussy popping on a handstand On a handstand On my American bandstands Summer-salts, cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole And feel this dick-dick getting out of

It's a summer paradise, crusin' with the boys and girls. Surfin' day and night, everybody shootin' the curl. Hang five, keep it alive, and lemme jump down low on the toes of the nose. Hang ten, hot-doggin' again, let's go! Are you ready? Ready-freddy?