Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up my baby Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna

Save yourself, save yourself I like to stick to walls Deserving conversations and lifting them when they fall I am a fire escape, my spine's made of iron My heart pumps that old red paint Save yourself, save yourself, yourself I see the seasons change

Take yourself a friend Keep 'em till the end Whether woman or man It makes you feel so good Well, I'm looking at you And I'm wondering what you're gonna do Looks like you got no friends No one to stick with you till the end

Tell 'em to take out their tongues It's not you it's them that are wrong And doing what they're told You push my faith near being lost But we'll stick to the guns Don't care if it's marketing suicide We won't crack or compromise Your derisory divides

I'm-a, I'm-a a diva I'm-a, I'm-a a diva (hey) Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler Of a hustler Of a, of a hustler I'm-a, I'm-a This is a stick up, stick up I need them bags of that money I'm-a a diva (hey)

She knows how to work them cut off things She knows how to get me to do about anything How to bat those eyes, swing them hips, how to rock that cherry red lipstick She knows I can't say no It's seven a.m. baby Trying to catch up on a little sleep Its way

Hang on to your love. In Heaven's name why are you walking away? In Heaven's name why do you play these games? Got to stick together, hand in glove. Hold on tight, don't fight. You got to hold on longer if you want you love to grow. When you find your

Yeah, I'll stick with hell no's and headphones To find them, themselves another round But I'll be here in this stranger's room Don't want another drink No, I don't care 'bout what you think But I'll stick with hell no's and headphones 'Cause all of my

They know what is what But they don't know what is what What, what, what, what, what, what They just strut So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around For more than a minute, get used to it Funny my name keeps comin' out your mouth 'Cause I stay winning Lay

I like it, like it Come on, come on, come on 'Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it Sticks and stones may break my bones But chains and whips excite me S, S, S and Na na na, come on, come