She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat And bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, no, no, no And I gaze at my hotel wall I'm up on the eleventh floor And I'm watching the cruisers

Oh my God I'm so strunk Stone drunk. Oh fuck Help me Lord I'm so strunk Fucked up. Love drunk Ah, love. Lovey, love, love, love, love, love, love Makes you feel so trippy! Like you're stoned and drunk at the same time Strunk! 24/7 baba You make me feel

Let me hear you say everything's okay Let me hear you say everything's alright Meet me in the middle of the day Bring me southern kisses from your room Meet me in the middle of the night Let me smell the moon in your perfume Oh, Gods and years will rise

Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flames Someone help me Oh please God help me They are trying to take it all away I don't want to die Guilty as charged

Won’t you follow me into the jungle? (Yeah) Ain’t no God on these streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child) Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle Yeah, I wear my chain to the

I'm getting back, get back on track, get off of my back It feels so bad If it feels so bad Bad magick playing off of me Oh no, I don't want to be your friend Bad magick laying into me Oh no, I don't want to hear it again Does it feel so bad when you're

Ooh, I'm locked and loaded, you'll get no respect Ooh, I'm locked and loaded in your hand, how you like it? I can see right through you, worthless man You seem to underestimate who I am 'Cause I'll break your face like Ooh, I'm locked and loaded in your

Bury my body Lord, I don't care where they 'Cause my soul is gonna live With God, Oh-oh-oh yeah Lead me Jesus, lead me Why don't you lead me in the middle of the air And if my wings should fail me Won't you provide me with another pair Please God I don't

Man, oh my God Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (hot) Make 'em spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, got her

I know that's alright Hey baby, that's alright people Everyday, that's alright Oh, when we love each other Oh just feel it, feel it Oh everybody feel it God know that's alright, yes Some of us were born with money to spend Some of us were born for races