And I got all the drugs in the world that you need We get high to pass time but bitch I ain't no fiend I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease Please don't send me naked pictures, I don't like

No other thing that's as precious to There's no other Than a heart that's real and a heart that's true There's no other Don't need diamonds so bright, this girl Don't need money, all right, this girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl Money rains from

If I'm lost then how can I find myself? If I'm lost now then how can I find myself? And if I believe you Will that make it stop? If I told you I need you Is that what you want? And I'm broken and bleeding And begging for help And I'm asking you Jesus,

I'mma tell you what you need to know I'mma tell you what you need to hear Cause the truth would be too much Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic Go back to the day before I became

You've chased down every last mile Show me the way back home 'Cause I've been out there running For way too long And all that I've learned And just when you think There's always another one I need someone to show me the way back home So many lost souls

I know it's a shame Tell me it's okay Lately I've been thinking about the past How there is no holding back No point in wasting sorrow On things that won't be here tomorrow But you and I well, we don't need to speak It's the secret that we keep

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

And never let me down Only one friend to understand One friend, that never goes away People come and people go They take and they give Build you up, just to let you down That's just the way it is But all I need is One friend, to get me through the day

None of y'all niggas can see me Runnin' 'round with the paper bag Goin' crazy spendin' all this cash A nigga don't need a seatbelt Catch a body in broad day I got the key to the city I got a hoe that's saddity Talk to that bitch in Swahili Tattoo my name

You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm poppin' a clip, 'bout to fix this issue Ya pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you Ya gonna need an ambulance to stitch ya tissue Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through