Some girls start crying, some girliez run away I'm like 'huh what the fuck man okay' Just relax yourself baby, its gonna be okay It's not my fault I was born dis way I'm an african come on girl you know whats up This This big motherfuckin dick is whats up

Lit for your love baby, lit for your love (Live for your love) (How much I feel, I live for your love) Lit for your love baby (Straight up!) Yeah, you know we good You talkin' about this this shit but whatever We can go back and forth all day That's that

Oops, baby, I love you Oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do And when I think about the way you touch my body You've got me singing This This could be my

This is the good life Take a good look, have anything you want Dining with your friends at the fancy restaurant Living the good life Whoa, whoa, whoa We have such a good time, I know I'll tell you what we're gonna do, what you need to know What you gotta

This time has gotta be our last time Here we are again going in this this cheap place What if was seen by a friend and they recognize our face We both know that it's wrong we both should be at home I know that you want me just as much as I want you You've got

No one stays the same (oh, oh) You know what goes up must come down (oh, oh) Change is a thing you can count on (oh, oh) I feel so much younger now (oh, oh) Feels like I just woke up Like all this this time I've been asleep Even though it's not who I am I'm

See the flick of my wrist What the fuck is that sound Now every time they play this this song she say "this is my shit" And I know she know what's up baby this this is my shit In my bag now, in my bag now Brought the mac out nigga sat down I got shit I never had

I'm a slave East side, west side, we ride, we die, everyone knows Everyone knows, everyone knows You a slave (alright) Tell me what you know about forty days, forty nights, no lights, all for this this Tell me what you know about sleeping outside, no ride in

But they don't know what is what Swish, swish, bish They know what is what Another one in the basket (basket, woah, basket, woah) Can't touch this this They just know what is what They just strut So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around For more than a minute,

How could we lose sight Of what matters most Trying not to love What cannot love us back All we have is not worth living for If we do not know when to let go What is this this life That we sling to it so tight Afraid that it will take from us