And the rain will fall, it falls for you. And the clouds will break into tears, You should be here standing so near to me. 'Cept I know you should be sad But give me time alone to get it out of my mind. Though say I know it's only the weather. 'Cause

Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a Valentine Birthday greetings bottle of wine If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the

(I'll kill me a muthafucka) Running up on me, may he, rest in peace once released Yeah, look at ya now, for running ya mouth, ya stretched on the ground Ain't no way you can stop it on that hot shit, we can get it popping I told you, don't fuck with me,

Thinking you could live without me Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there Feeling so high but too far away to hold me You know I'm the one who put you up there Name in the sky Does it ever get lonely? Baby, I'm the one who put you up there And then I got

Get some colours on Now I don't care what you dress like or what you wear But please make sure baby, you've got some colours in there Now it's all very well stepping out in black and white But you're no girlfriend of mine if you're doing that right

Wearing me out Hanging around Getting me down Looking for an easy way out But it's alright now Alright now (It just starts) (Till I'm just)

I don't, I don't, don't know what it is But I need that one thing And fall into my arms instead So get out, get out, get out of my head And you've got that one thing Something’s gotta give now 'Cause you've got that one thing So get out, get out, get out

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Tired of wearing black and blue They crawl along Dying to get my blood on you Blood on you I can be your right of way So we can get out of here I've always been the one

I'mma smooth young nigga, Balmain's and Margiela's Bout a hundred thou on me, I'm hurting these suckas feelings What do you prove when you making 'em all jealous? I'm allergic to broke niggas 'cause all we know is get it, ayy I'm allergic to broke niggas