I'm just like you You don't need to hide For I am just like you Yes, oh my God! Poltergeist On the count of two, You don't need to hide, my friend For I'm just like you

Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness Oh my goodness, oh my god I'm like, oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my god I'm coming with the goodness Acting like I ain't been in it, like I ain't been pushing my limit Hold up, wait up, get your weight

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

As we call out to dry bones come alive, come alive We call out to dead hearts come alive, come alive Up out of the ashes let us see an army rise We call out to dry bones, come alive Now breathe, oh breath of god Through the eyes of men it seems there's

Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ay Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree The ghetto, Othello, the moor Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I'm sure Oh my

No, I don't feel a thing. Life's going by me. And still I say, Oh God! I'm making the same mistakes. Low? I'm on empty. Try to erase all the bad times. Free? I don't seem to be. My soul remains tied to your life. Every breath you breathe deep, I feel you

Help me find my way, and mama save me Help me find today, mama please come and save me, oh There's nothing more that you can do It's gone beyond what you can't help me through An emptiness has covered me Oh mama come and save me Oh mama what have I gone

"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars? "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you" "This place is bigger than our apartment" "Let me know when you're entering a room" "Um, Can I get a drink of water?" "I was wondering about" "You

State, state, state, state of the art (Hold the phone, it's so) (Oh my God, it's so) (State of the art) When the cotillion arrived We threw out the television I'm Model D 575 Has custom flute presets And Harmony-Plus in addition

Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand Stick by me and I'll be your guiding