But when it comes to loving, He'd better leave me alone, 'Cause I've got you baby, And you give me all the love I need, Yes you give me all the love I need All that I want is someone to take care of me, I'm not asking for love, Just a little sympathy.

Hey you've got to hide your love away ! Here I stand with head in hand I turn my face to the wall If she's gone I can't go on Feeling two foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can hear them laugh at me And I hear them say

Your love is like a drug You are the one I'm so addicted, you got me fucked up and it feels so good I'm out of control, what the fuck Feels like I'm going insane What the hell have you done to me Can't get you out of my brain I'm so addicted, you got me

Two pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine" It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane and Waka Flame We flying, we

This slope is treacherous I'll follow you, follow you home This path is reckless I, I, I like it Two headlights shine through the sleepless night And I will get you, and get you alone Your name has echoed through my mind And I just think you should,

We were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the

So would you come back, would you come back to me So would you come back, you mean everything to me One, two, three, four Well, after all the times we met, you said I never was your man And though I tried hard to forget, I never quite could understand

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich Mansa Musa, gold jewelry Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' All they do throw shots at the king,

Uh, thinkin' out loud I must have a quarter million on me right now Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money Two things I'm 'bout is talkin' blunt and staying blunted Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh? We should all

Cha-cha now y'all Take it back now y'all One hop this time Right foot let's stomp Slide to the left Left foot let's stomp Reverse Reverse Clap your hands everybody To the left Two hops this time