I'm sorry but the party's over. Hollywood whore, Passed out on the floor, The talk of the town, Can't take it no more, Is she's going down. Is she's going down, Cocaine nose,

Gon' levitate, gon' levitate Don't sit down, don't sit down Two steppin' till the sun come up, come on Gon' get down, we gon' get down Get down so you gotta get up Now take your shoes off in here We don't need to talk (We don't need to talk) I said "I'm

Oh, come back, baby Oh, now, now Oh, mama, please, don't go, yeah 'Cause the way I love you Child, you'll never know Yeah, yeah let's talk it over Oh, one more time Well, I admit, baby That I was wrong

Do you believe in life after love I can feel something inside me say I really don't think you're strong enough I don't need you anymore No matter how hard I try You keep pushing me aside And I can't break through There's no talking to you It's so sad

I sit up all night And know it ain't right, baby But I don't I don't think, don't think that I Talk no more And everybody says Boy why don't you just leave it alone But I don't think I can

Double talkin' jive get the money motherfucker 'Cause I got no more patience Found a head and an arm in da garbage can Don't know why I'm here Livin' on the run for oh so long I gotta go collect Double talkin' I got (lies) No more patience man Back in

I don't wanna talk The winner takes it all The winner takes it all (Takes it all) About things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done, too Nothing more to say

I'm writing the future I'm writing it out, loud. We don't talk about the past We don't talk about the past, now So I'm writing the future I'm leaving a key here Something won't always be missing It won't always feel empty, here Just think of the future

Shoot you with desire My gun's for hire The word is out that I'm about And I've come gunning for you I'm a real entertainer, a mischief maker A lover of no fixed abode Quick draw on the floor No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin

Welcome to the Heist Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousand ants, they carry me Ten thousand 'Cause the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave Uh, I hope that God decides to talk through him That the people decide to walk