Is this the new national anthem Free just to murder me I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this But chopper going off in the hood man Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man Yeah, we hear it so much we probably numb to it by now After all, it’s

I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love You know it is twelve o'clock in Soho, baby It's gin o'clock where I wake up, I don't

Na na na na When you're ready come and get it When you're ready When you're ready, ready I'm not too shy to show I love you, I got no regrets. So baby whenever you're ready You ain't gotta worry, it's an open invitation I'll be sittin' right here, real

'Cause you lift me up No I don't get down And I know, no matter how much colder Or how much I carry on my shoulders As long as I'm standing, I'll be closer 'Cause it ain't over, 'til it's over But we don't get down No we don't get down We can turn this

She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down She's pretty tied up an' you can ride her Oh no, oh no, oh no I can't tell you she's the right one I know this chick, she lives down on Melrose She ain't satisfied without some pain Friday night is goin' up inside

It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out

Gon' make me broke The way you make that tushy roll No I ain't wearin' no cape baby Way you make that tushy roll Betty Crocker, got the cakes baby Come serve it up for me though But tonight I'm your hero (I know, I know) Say she wanna get up Want a nigga

This ain't my last dance I've given it all I've given everything for you I've given you all What more do you want me to do I've taken the fall I've given everything to you I've given my all Will it ever be enough for you

I'm gonna ride on It's another lonely evening And another lonely town But I ain't too young to worry And I ain't too old to cry When a woman gets me down Got another empty bottle And another empty bed

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's too late for you And your white horse, to come around Say you're sorry That face of