I just wanna talk to ya, talk to ya Maybe I can mend your heart with mine Take you from my broken paradise (paradise, paradise) Take you from my broken paradise I know it's hard to trust someone like me When it's my reputation that's first to speak I

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, No not me Uh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow (Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think they talking) (Bout you, you not quite sho' you know what I'm saying but

Hard times as we go While she says she's on her own I'll be pacin' on the phone Sneakin' on the train come back Awful sick and tired of the gang Cold when you're near any bottle We know what times will change I talked to Jesus Jesus says I'm okay

I'm way too good to you You take my love for granted I just don't understand it I'm too good to you No, I'm too good to you Oh yeah, yeah, yeah I don't know how to talk to you Last night I got high as the expectations Last night, I came to a realization

Away from Hollywood girls in the Valley I know that all 'em Tweets you posting is about me I'll stay out of Cali for a while I would know exactly how you felt but we don't talk now Used to hold you naked in my arms, I know you're gone now Everything was

I'd tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out Talk a bit louder, be a bit prouder Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful Everything she doesn't see You gotta speak up, you gotta shout out And know that right here, right now You can be beautiful, wonderful

Make it hot The world is filled, with pimps and hoes The world is mine, can't you see I'm just trying to be all I can be But we'll just talk about those I knows We'll just talk about those I knows Now first come the cash, then come the ass Then come big

I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me Ain't no backin' down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me I heard you talkin' cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me Now you wanna be my friend, no, you ain't

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

Good night, was just a little word you liked Somewhere somebody that you burn Was talk to happy in the line But love, you know you never got it right I don't know why you say good night You only mean to say goodbye And I know, you could have show your