And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance Yeah, what up, Detroit? Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn't They didn't do it again (What-what, you what?)

But I'm still waiting, yeah, and I'm still waiting And if my hand could block the sun, Would we ever wake up? And if I turned back all these clocks, Would that be time enough? On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, On windy nights I

Said I'm tryna break off a piece of mind Da, da, da, da I can feel again A piece of mind that I can't get right A piece of mind, my heart's on my side At least I learned a thing or two (yeah) About me and you (yeah) What we went through (yeah) Won't be

So deep as the night draws in And we'll be slow honey lovers 'til the clocks go forward again We can hide under sheets, under heavy covers Again, again, again yeah Darkness bleeding in, the sun is getting low No diamonds in the trees, only leaves of gold

Working my money ‘till I get gold When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again Every Friday mornin' 'Cause I can't get enough 100 Percent, yeah, pure grindin' Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The world ain't give me much, I'm

Love's a bitch, baby Love's a bitch, yes it's crazy Love's a bitch, yeah it's crazy Loves got me by the ass again I've been in love since I don't know when I keep a-runnin' and I don't know why Love's givin' me a crock of lies Out of breath and I'm out

Yeah, but if you look close you'll see 'Cause everybody's here Everybody's here, everybody's here but me I'm still breathing and my heart's still beating I might as well start living again And so I threw on a shirt, put on a jacket Went out to meet some

Ain't no tellin' Envelopes comin' in the mail, let her open 'em Hopin' for a check again, ain't no tellin' Yeah, she invite me to the telly, keep the blade with me When I go to check a bitch, ain't no tellin' Yeah, police comin' 'round lookin' for some

Check one-two-one man skitzed again Dickhead you and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Yeah, it's Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng It's like dem man woke up pissed again If I buck

Hello? Oh my God I know this ain't you calling me again Oof, ooh my God Yeah, yeah, it's him What in the fuck did I tell you about calling me? You found out 'bout who? Yeah, I bet you did found out about him who Yeah, I fuck with him, I fuck with him for