Never listen, you never listen I scream your name, it always stays the same I scream and shout So what I'm gonna do now is freak the freak out, hey Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh oh I'm so sick of it, your attention deficit Easy come,

Better baby your baby with a love that's strong, Hold her and tell her you'll never do wrong. Better baby your baby, ?cause if you don't One day your baby?ll be gone. All you know it all lovers better heed some advice, If you're bad to your baby, you'd

'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around The

I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave: you dealin' with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die This is for the soldiers that see the sun at midnight, ya dig Let me slow down

Never take your love away I can't fight it anymore Since you've been around We've got love in store Beggin' you baby All I know is the way that I feel Whenever you're around You've got a way of lifting me up Instead of bringing me down

In and out of love It's the way that we're playing Hear what I'm sayin' Too much is never enough Young and wired Set to explode in the heat You won't tire Cause baby was born with the beat Take you higher than you've ever known

Well the blues had a baby and they named the baby rock & roll All you people, you know the blues got a soul Well this is a story, a story never been told Well you know the blues got pregnant And they named the baby Rock & Roll Muddy Waters said it, you

I know about popular You're only ever who you were It's not about who you are or your fancy car So catch up, 'cause you got an awful long way to go My problem, I never was a model, I never was a scholar, You were singing, all the songs I don't know

Leave me be A snowy owl above the haunted waters Poet of ancient gods Cries to tell the never ending story Prophecy of becoming floods An aura of mystery surrounds her The lady in brightest white Soon the incarnate shall be born The Creator of the Night

You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money I got a lot of loot, and I ain't lookin' for a lady And you can never pay me, I'm from Uptown, baby I wake up in the mornin', take a piss, and wash my hands Take a knee,