Scream your lungs out You don't have to wait forever It's the next disaster Await for laughter Save all your prayers I think we're lost today There's no morning after No one's around to blame So say goodbye to the world

It's like every time Like any time of day In every single way Girl when she gets her way (way, way, way) That's just how she ball That's just how she hustles No clue how she does it (I'll still say) This bitch looks like Lindsay Lohan She gets down just

I'm on! (Come on!) It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh God's Son, never gone, never left King, I played every card in the deck The whole world waitin for what I'mma do next And y'all already know where I came from Queensbridge repper since day one Nigga,

Imagination Imagination (you better use your) Imagination (you can use your) You like to lay your body down, next to me You know I like to play around, such a tease Maybe one day it can go down, how we think Don't lose your concentration You can use your

A dream like this, not something you ask for When it's a gift worth taking a chance for A dream like this, not something you wish for 'Cause IDK what's coming next And I'll be LMHO with the rest Be, be, be my BFF, ‘cause IDK what’s comin’ next Then this

Love starts with a toothbrush Everything that's anything Starts out as a little thing Just needs a little time and room to grow Step by step, day by day It all adds up along the way And the next thing that you know A Bic razor and a Dixie cup A little

I wanna feel joy I love you, mhm Easier to say than mean it these days Joy, for the noise Mhm baby, I'm letting down my hair, up in my car When will we that say we've taken it too far? Baby you're still a joy, that I've taken too much of Let me be it,

Stopping every minute just because you're in it Baby don't rush Wishing everyday was Sunday, you're right next to me It's how it's supposed to be Just hanging on every touch Let's wake up in the afternoon Pretend that we got nothing to do No we don't

She treats me well Got a woman at home Now I've got a woman at home Well she's alright When everyone is wrong Let's me waste another song Stumble through the years I'll make it heaven, make it hell One day to the next

It is almost impossible to catch up And no one knows what the next day will bring It's time to get to work I challenge you to work After you've missed a day's work A day like this will come A day like the will go There's no secret about this You reap