Somebody tell me (To give you money, work to give you money) Was the end of the week All the things we sign And the things we buy Ain't gonna keep us together Somebody told me Boy everything she wants is everything she sees

Try living, try try living You ain't lived in a woman's world If you never been told how you gotta be What you gotta wear, how you gotta speak And if you can't see that it's gotta change But she goes to the same job everyday She's overworked and

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I

Shareef don't like it Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah Rock the Casbah, Rock the Casbah Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin' to the top The Sheik he drove his Cadillac He went

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

"Call me, never let me go" and I said "I told you so" There's no chance, no I will never ever change Cause I'm still in love with yesterday I told her "let's take it slow", she heard "forever" instead I said that "this is a start" and she heard the same

She told me to And showed me what to do We've got to make it rain somehow How Maggie makes it in her cloud I said hey now She knows how to make it loud But not for long girl It's in the song girl

Why so sad? Walking around with them blue faces She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have I hit the bank today and told them color me bad Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey Two tears in the bucket I cry with you But I

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Black and Chinese, meds on relieve (yah) Lambo' drivin', you pedestrian (yah, yah) Yeah, ten hundred thousand, apply the pressure (alright) Yeah, she couldn't drive it, she took a Tesla (it's lit) Told her wrap around me just like a necklace (yah) What's