Let me hear you talking, I'm so far away Let me hear a single word that you say Are ya'll just mad at my dinero? All I gotta say You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero Can't get too close cause I'm real My temperature make you feel Keep it lit up and

The star maker says, it ain't so bad The dream maker's going make you mad The spaceman says, everybody look down It's all in your mind And you know I'm fine It's all in my mind It started with a low light Next thing I knew they ripped me from my bed And

Nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The

No, there's nothing I can do But I came here anyway No, there's nothing I can do to make you stay Don't waste this temptation Caress this last portation Consuming, you soothe me Your vial moves right through me You made me look good, doesn't get any

When it feels (feels) like the world's gone mad (mad) And there's nothing you can do (do) about it No there's nothing you can do about it (about it) You don't wanna fuck with us British to the very last You wanna make some money So this is where we are

Every time you scream at me I wanna kiss you I wanna touch you When we get to arguing Just gotta kiss you Baby, I don't know why it's like that But you're just so damn sexy Could it be the little wrinkle over your nose When you make your angry face

I’m touchin’ you tonight, I’m lovin’ you tonight (Wait nope) Touchin’, lovin’, fuckin’, can’t make up my mind Oh, I’m sorry, oh, you mad that I came to the party? Like, no no no You took your girl to the club and now she gone, gone, gone Now she asking

Sing your least favorurite song At the top of my lungs (oh, oh, oh) I'll go out, grow my hair too long I'll go out, kiss all of your friends Make a story and pretend It was me who made this end (oh, oh, oh) And I don't wanna be locked out I don't wanna

Look down, look down That lonesome road Before you travel on I'm weary of toting, such a heavy load Trudging down, that lonesome road Look up, look up And seek your maker Before Gabriel blows his horn Before you travel on

Won't ya come my way I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you so mad I'm gonna make sure I'm the best you ever had (Make you mad, make you mad) No other like me, yeah baby you'll see I'll lock ya down and I'll throw out the key I'm gonna make you go