This is what I'm made with This is love Love, love, love, love She likes the shark print with the zip-up High hats with the hiccups Dark tints on the pickup Pineapples and liquor She moves with the machine Play the game to change it

All the wasted words I said In all the cities that I left The last act of our precious play Must not close with regret (regret) All the wasted words There are days when sorrow seems never-ending Like the countless roads upon which I've driven The price

I fuck on that bitch and we lay up Don't tell me you back in that action I passed her off like a lay up I tripled my cups like an addict She come through late night on them Xannies I get that mouth on the regular I get more lip than a cellular I fuck

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again We'll be fighting in the streets

Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down Only love can lift us now We find our common thread Over tear-stained ground People come and gather round Oh, lay 'em down Candle wax, like a river on the concrete Fears will fly if you let them Patterned-leather

Oh, I want something just like this Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo I want something just like this Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo How much you wanna risk? I'm not looking for somebody With some superhuman gifts Some superhero Some fairytale bliss

Ayy ayy ayyy ayyy ayyy ayyy She say she wanna get up, and play the game like me Wanna spend some vital time, try to keep it low key. And wanna get up, so we can stay up all night, She fell in love with my ride She textin me like Jeremih I wanna chill I

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But

I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

Well I don't really care what people say I don't really watch what dem waan to do Still I got to stick to my girls like glue And I mon nah play number two All I know the time it is gettin' dread Need a lot of trees up in my head Got a little damsel in my