You're way too good to be true When you say that you'll be mine Oh, no baby don't lie 'Cause I fall a thousand times Oh, so baby don't lie The way that you move You take me to heaven The things that you do

Heheh! Heh! Yeah! Get him now. 'Ey, Cube! Cube, bwoy! What, what? Whattup? Get your ass UP! Aiii... Ohh, shit!

I gotta free my soul from the troubles of lately Follow my heart wherever it takes me Let it flow on by like a piece of driftwood A piece of driftwood Oh baby, let me sing it for you, now woah, no Untie my noose Open up a bottle of Whatever you choose

Oh oh, oh oh Today we're gonna get this, Can be the one to rock my world So be my girl, my girl, my girl And love me just like a movie Oh oh, oh oh, oh-oh-oh Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh This girl this girl this girl

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

But I'll never get over losing you Was a fool with my money And I lost every dime And the sun stopped shining And it rained all time Oh it did set me back some But I made it through But I never get over losing you Do you know how much mean to me

Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer Oh, oh, oh, oh Came down upon her head Made sure that she was dead Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical Science in the home Late nights all alone with a test tube Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine Calls her on

I'm out here grinding, okay okay okay I'm out here grindin' I'm out here grinding, all we do is work, all we do is work Oh yeah, oh yeah Just let me work, just let me work Yeah, I'm out here grindin' I told 'em, that I'm out here grindin' I'm out here

How can I blame you For takin' over my daydreams? I wanna scream it, I'm sorry But I can't 'cause I'm long overdue Oh I wanna blame it on you For showin' up at the party? Lookin' through me in that way Saw somethin' inside of me break

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself