I got the answer This ain't a party Get off the dance floor You want the get down Here comes the gang war You're doing alright 'Cause all the good times If we were all like you in the end So hit the lights I'll do it again

Could send her home again Ah, here she comes Here she comes, here she comes again The same old painted lady From the brow of the superbrain She'll scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like a friend But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook

I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga I get the money, I'm a hustler So if you're buying what I'm selling, you a customer See I can get it to you anywhere, anything I mix it up, I fix it up, and I switched it up I locked down this end and got it twisted

Can't you see that it's just rainin' We could pretend it all the time There ain't no need to go outside You hardly even notice When I try to show you this Song is meant to keep you Wakin' up too early Maybe we could sleep in

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) The party never ends Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm saying And

I usually have an answer to the question But this time I'm gon' be quiet (this time) Ain't nothing like the feeling of uncertainty, the eeriness of silence This time, it was so unexpected Last time, it was the drugs he was lacing All legends fall in the

'Neath the neon cross and a string of Christmas lights It's good to be back again, oh, me and my old friends Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet Hanging at the bar here every night Lola built this joint in sixty-seven And her boy went out to fight on

Ain't nobody Loves me better Makes me happy Makes me feel this way Loves me better than you And now we're flyin' through the stars I hope this night will last forever Oh oh oh oh Captured effortlessly

Everything black, I don't want black I want everything black, I ain't need black Some white some black, I ain't mean black I want everything black Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean I'm African-American, I'm African You hate me

How long has this been going on? 'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem. To break up our singing this way, But there ain't any use in pretending. It could happen to us any day. Well, if friends with their fancy persuasion Don't admit that it's part of a