In the basement, whoa down in the basement Oh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long? In the basement, down in the basement, yeah. Oh where can you go when your money gets low? And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be

Oh oh oh, I'm on fire Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go and leave you all alone? I got a bad desire Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? Can do to you the things that I can't do? I can take you higher Sometimes it's like someone took a

And why can't you see its tearing away what I used to be Oh, so far from home being shallow and alone I'm a shadow of a soul Anywhere I go, anything I try Anyone I love is compromised Everyone I see, staring on back at me Why can't you let me be I don't

Don't tell me you don't want me 'Cause I know it's a lie, lie, lie, lie Seems like a good idea to me You're mine, all mine, all mine From morning 'til the night So why'd you even try? Ooh na na na na Go tell all of your girlfriends That I was just a

I just wanna go back, back to 1999 Take a ride to my old neighborhood Wanna go back, wanna go I just wanna go back Sing "Hit me baby, one more time" Never under pressure, oh Ooh, wish that we could go back in time, uh Got memories Ooh, maybe we could do

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen And I believe This may call for a proper introduction, and well

Uh, I think she like me Oh, I think she like me I know her nigga don't like me With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be Might hit it from the back, let her ride me Girl, you never meet another nigga like me

You were the boat that bridged In the tale of Conrad We will never be the change To the weather and the sea and you knew that, Oh I loved you with the good And the careless of me But it all goes back, The curl of the world, Just like you said

Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm

I want you, I want you, I ain't trippin' 'bout a damn thing I ain't trippin' 'bout a damn thing And I won't fall, till I get it Till I get it, oh And I won't fall And I won't fall, till I get it, oh Yeah, and I won’t fall All these pictures that we taken