Yeah I'm down if you feel like messin' around Whatever you want, shoot, I don't care, you can come over here I can come over there And pick you up, that's right On a sit around Saturday night with nothing to do And you just want something to do All you

Look nigga, I've been this way Since them niggas loaded up them shotgun shells And shot my older cousin Nessa all in his face Fuck niggas talkin', my teachers called me a disgrace Had to pull up on 'em last weekend in the big Wraith I sold work on sick

They don't wanna see me love you Wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me Revealing the layers to my soul Cause I'm from a tribe called check a hoe I been waiting

From up and down, and still somehow I've looked at life from both sides now It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all Rows and floes of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds

Uptown funk you up I'm too hot (hot damn) Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch uh Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo) 'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you Uptown funk you up (say what?) Hey, hey, hey, oh Called a police and a fireman

How come you don't call me I keep your picture upside my bed (umm) And I still remember everything you said (umm) I always thought our love was so right I guess I was wrong (oh) Always thought you'll be by my side Pappa, now you're gone What I wanna know

Some future in my eyes, bright Hush don't explain When you water down my name I'll be up too late Call me when you get Better at your game You haven't beat me yet Though my vision is strained Piss poor, riding high, sunbathing fireside

So can you can you get back to me? I been calling tryna get a hold of you, you (yeah, yeah) Feeling lost and I don't know what to do Nold on, let me try callin' one more time Come on, pick up man, fuck I'm calling God, leaving voicemails I know your

Fuck do you mean, "Why I showed up?" I don't need your poison 'round me Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yeah, shimmy yeah I'm nice if you don't fuck around Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All of these boys, they callin' me pretty Who's your producer? Producer is Timmy

Really babe, you fucking with a vibe right now I usually keep it pushing I don't ever stick around I move so swift they call me Taylor But now you got me feeling easy like a lay up We messing with feeling unknown right now If I let you hit would I be