I ain't gonna worry my life any more. Oh lordy lord, oh lordy lord. It hurts me so bad for us to part. Yeah, but someday babe, But someday baby, You're on my mind every place I go. How much I love you, nobody know. Yeah, someday babe, So many days since

Oh darling, I know what you're going through. The last time you came through, Does your husband know? Does he know? Does your husband know the way that The sunshine gleams from your wedding band? Of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night?

Oh oh oh oh oh De esos que llaman señores De los que te abren la puerta Y te mandan flores A mí me gustan más grandes Que no me quepa en la boca Los besos que quiera darme Y que me vuelva loca

I'm hot for teacher I think of all the education that I missed But then my homework was never quite like this Ow got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, I got it bad, so bad, Oh wow, man Wait a second man Whaddaya think the teacher's gonna look like this

Got a nigga goin' crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high I feel crazy Oh yeah, I feel crazy And Hennessy don't help Throw me a cigarette, dawg! They got me feelin' crazier than a motherfucker I got Bad Azz in this motherfucker

Won't let you cloud my mind And I was like I said oh-oh-oh Won't look back on my mind Won't let bad out my shine All my days, I was crying All my lows, all my highs

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good You know I wouldn't walk away, even if I could It took one night, one try, ayy Ooh, I'm hooked You got a bad reputation in my neighborhood Damn, I'm hooked Everybody says I'm sleeping with the

It don't hurt as bad as it used to Crashed the car again, goddamn Break my heart again, goddamn I don't have no friends, goddamn I'm a loner 'til the end, goddamn I admit girl, yeah, I just used you I admit this not what I'm used to Oh, my last girl left

Bada-bang-bang In the club, boy, I'll forget you not With my friends, boy, I'll forget you not Brand new man, boy, I'll forget you not Baby, baby, I'll forget you not How come they don't make 'em like you, babe? Oh, I never respected We can make this

That's what I want Big fat money Some say money is bad for the soul Bad for the rock, bad for the roll Bad for the heart, bad for the brain Bad for damn near everything, oh It must be good for something Come on pay the rent Telephone, telefax,