Ain't nobody gonna love you like I do Ain't nobody gonna ever love you I'm looking for a love gangster Someone to be my master I'm looking for a grave maker A lady killer soul shaker It's not that I wanna die Dying's a slow way to live

And well, I think I've gone mad Isn't that so sad? And what a shame you've lost a brain that you never had Oh mum check the car it can’t have gone far I must have left it on a train or lost in a bar It’s likely in a Sainsbury’s Flirting with the girls

Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head down to love me like before He knew how to reach me deep inside And he found a part of me I could not hide And we'd walk and talk and touch

Loving you is complicated I place blame when you still Place shame when you steal Feel like you ain't shit Feel like you don't feel, confidence in yourself Breakin' on marble floors Watchin' anonymous strangers tellin' me that I'm yours But you ain't

King selassie Mek dem well brighttt And endorse di ghetto youth dem Africa shall rise Yuh nuh see seh poor people a get wise Who nuh ramp with me again Endorse di ghetto youth dem Yuh nuh see seh jah jah people a get wise Jerusalem shall rise

Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head down to love me like before He knew how to reach me deep inside And he found a part of me I could not hide And we'd walk and talk and touch

Triangles are my favorite shape Three points where two lines meet 'Til morning comes, let's tessellate You're a shark and I'm swimming My heart still thumps as I bleed And all your friends come sniffing Toe to toe, back to back, let's go, my love; it's

This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas In the war zone with the hittas I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)

Road trippin', summertime livin' with your hands out kissin' the wind Stuck a little somethin in my old back pocket, break it out later if you like that When the sun's dippin, we'll start to start sippin' Road, road, road, road trippin', trippin',

Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head down to love me like before He knew how to reach me deep inside And he found a part of me I could not hide And we'd walk and talk and touch