(Tearing myself apart) from the things that make me hurt Something aches Bad things slither My floors are burning down And I can't find a window This is medieval This is cerebral

(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that) (I'm too lowkey for that) Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah Tryna show the hoes the cash flow My foot is on the gas though (I'm not too lowkey for that) What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do? It's all dope,

Would you let me in? Even in these chains, you can't stop me 'Cause I'm the big bad wolf, now let the games begin I've been everywhere that you've been Now I've got nothing to lose and everything to win I'm already under your skin Even with these chains,

Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishing that she could stay Doesn't even know that I missed my plane Not a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A It was midnight in the middle of JFK Trying to take her mind off the fallin' rain

Everything's gonna be alright And nobody's gotta worry 'bout nothing Alright, alright Don't go hitting that panic button It ain't near as bad as you think There ain't no doubt it's gonna work out Alright (is gonna be alright), alright (is gonna be

Make that ass drop (drop, drop) This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you" I

What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel What you did, where you are You're with a star Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby Ralph Tresvant Biggie Smalls

Don't want your jewels, I want your drugs Don't want your money, want your love Jewels n' drugs, play that hustle Smother 'em, if you wanna be bad We know how to make that money Slap honey on a young pancake Ain't nothin' if it ain't family Yeah, it's

Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishing that she could stay Doesn't even know that I missed my plane Not a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A It was midnight in the middle of JFK Trying to take her mind off the fallin' rain

The way he should I got it bad, and that ain't good Never treats me sweet and gentle 'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around My man and me We pray some