My world, rhyme vicious White girl, team full of bad bitches Cotton candy, laced in gold Stack that money, sushi roll Bottles up, feeling throw'd V.I.P it, overload George tell em next, half a mill Ugh, hands in the air This is for the bitches getting

Run 'em through your hair And we can get to rockin' There you are and baby, here I am But I need something to do with my hands So maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets And I need something to do with my hands I need something to do with my hands Well

She wit' it, she wit' it Lethal weapon, she be pussy poppin' How she do that with no hands? Come through, throw her the bands In the air, like is you 'bout that action with me? Turn the cameras on then she turn to an actress for me Learned some new

You got the love (Who's got the love) But you've got the love I need to see me through And they all say Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air I know I can count on all of you Sometimes I feel like saying “Lord, I just don't care” You got

These thunderclouds, oh, no These thunderclouds, oh, no, no Where'd the love go? When all is said and done Hey now, put your hands in the air I'ma go through your stuff You're sayin' those words like you hate me now (wo-oah) Our house is burning when

Sittin' in the sand Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, Wrote a few songs I've seen the world through a bus windshield, but nothing compares To the way that I see it, There's a blue rocking chair It sways back and forth

You got the love To see me through Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care" But you've got the love I need I know I can count on you Sometimes it seems the going is just too rough And

You got the love To see me through Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care" But you've got the love I need I know I can count on you Sometimes it seems the going is just too rough And

Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see