Smashin' up, them 'Raris dash out (cash out) 'Member all them nights we used to trap out? Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens) Passin' all them haters, cash out (cash out) Let's party like the '70s Blowin' on hella tree It don't matter to me,

He'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads When mine is the heart and the soul of the song There may be lovers who hold out their hands but He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be your preacher, when

Subliminal love, love, love She'll have you hypnotized with that 'come kiss me' smile And that touch that says you're gonna stay a while She's got that subliminal love That hair that falls like waves crashing on her skin In those ocean eyes saying jump

But let me tell you somethin my dear I might stay up drunk on wine, hurt like hell, and ugly cryin' black mascara tears I'm gonna be just fine but you're never gonna find another love like mine, I'm gonna be just fine but you're never gonna find, no So

The Hell Patrol Like wild fire Comes roaring Mad whirlwind Burning the road Black thunder White lightning Speed demons cry Night riders

Hello, hello Let me tell you what it's like to be a zero, zero I'm looking for a way out Let me show you what it's like to always feel, feel Let me show you what it's like to never feel, feel Like I'm good enough for anything that's real, real Looking

Nine Lives - Live again Nine Lives - It ain't over Nine Lives - Live for ten Well well well I think I need a stay of execution Nine Lives - Hello lucky I feel just like I'm fallin' in love There's a new cool Some kind of verbooty That fits me like a

And can I hit it in the morning The sun rising while you moanin' Can I hit it in the morning Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, hellI guess I met you for a

And I cry just like you But I heal just like you And under my skin I'm just like you I feel just like you Hello my friend, it's been awhile All our old clothes are back in style We went our separate ways only to return To face a lesson we failed to learn

And I'll feel a guilty conscience grow She burns like the sun, and I can't look away She'll burn our horizons, make no mistake And I'll hide from the world behind a broken frame And I'll burn forever, I can't face the shame Come waste your millions here,