This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis Damn G the spot's gettin' hot So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot? Police looking at niggas through a microscope In L.A. everybody and

And I'll get over you I'll get over you You're haunting me, taunting me all in my brain Turn off the light and now all that remains Fills me with doubt And I'm shouting your name out loud Why do you wanna put me through the pain? I get the feeling I'll

Dream a little dream of me Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singing in the sycamore trees Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Stars shining bright above

Louis the 13th Never has it been so brightExplain Gotta tail bitches, get outta my sight Bitch, you blocking my light I'm in Vegas front seat at the fight I'm a alcoholic so you know I'm getting it right Hennessy black when I'm thirsty I like my liquor

I've got you under my skin I'd sacrifice anything come what might For the sake of having you near In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night And repeats, repeats in my ear Don't you know you little fool, you never can win Use your mentality

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Swizzy, need y'all to take y'all rags out, man, T.I And let it swang, swang, swang, swang Let it swang,

The night a sinner kissed an angel, Stars in the sky were dancing One night perfect for romancing, He wanted thrills, she wanted love, Oh but his sighs were tender As he begged her to surrender, And she believed that it was love. How was she to know that

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman giving me advice I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women right here at

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you Going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman givin' me advice I want to love you so bad, I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women under my command I

Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get back, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh,