Mr Johnson must get out Mr Johnson must be free Mr Johnson must get wild Before the night He runs to get out He rushes to get out He'd better watch out, not gonna burn Up finding his way, flying away

Bitch I am up, bitch I am up Bitch I am huh, bitch I am up Thank you very much I'm way too good at this shit I don't even really gotta try no more Oh my God, Ronny Okay, Xans for her dinner, uhh Bag from Margiela, uhh

Oh you, you, you There's twenty-four hours in a day, I think about you more than twenty-four times Just trying not to think about you but you've been on my mind I got nothing for you but time 'Cause you always end up by my side Through loving you, I

Huh, higher It's automatic, it's automatic Oh darling you are the only one, it's automatic No one can love the way you do, it's automatic When you walk in the room you change my mood, it's automatic I don't think you know You open up my eyes, I'm alive

I have for you, oh no, oh no I'll just say, "Well, welcome home now" Could ever stop this love If I go million miles away I'll write a letter each and every day now Oh, honey, nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing is ever gonna change this love You can make

Five fingers to the face You know I flaunt cha, cause' girl I really want cha And you looking nice, got me cooler than a bag of ice Now freeze, freeze, freeze, now go Drop it fast and move it real slow, oh! What, you smell so fruity I'm a pirate and

Maybe I'm just Wonder who you're dreaming of Maybe it's a case of paranoia Nervous that I'll never really know ya What do I feel? Who do I trust? Smile when you're sleeping Oh, 'cause I could just see you with wine on your t-shirt And somebody else on

On the dead locs Yeah, aight, on the dead locs That's on the dead locs Blueface, baby, on the dead locs On the dead locs ooh, ooh Finna over bleed this, lil' baby On the dead locs on the dead loc I ain't turnin' down nothing I turn nothing into

Condition critical Condition critical, critical I'm feeling physical Now I'm really cynical Oh the tension's mounting The pressure starts to show All the men in haunting Please don't let me go

(Hoo hoo wooh true) I will stay true I could have another but I probably shouldn't I've got somebody at home, and if I stay I might not leave alone No, honey I'm good, I could have another but I probably shouldn't Singing out oh oh oh oh oh (Hoo hoo wooh