I'm living the good life a toast to you now I can't complain (I can't complain) It's all sham pain (it's all sham pain) All in all it's a good life I got what I want I never cared about the money never really needed fame You think it would've changed me,

Was up trappin' early She bad and boujee but whippin' a birdie My cup is so dirty (what) Your diamonds don't shine, my pinkie a 30 Pour up the pint, that's so clean The rims of the Bentley cost 14 Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam My bitches

In the someday what's that sound? Runny nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still haven't had my fulfill Broken heart and broken bones Think about some capsules of horse pills One more quirky cliched phrase

A solitary man I'll be what I am Don't know that I will but until I can find me Solitary man Belinda was mine 'til the time that I found her Holdin' Jim And lovin' him Then Sue came along, loved me strong, that's what I thought Me and Sue,

Stop talking in codes Let me know what's up I need a love to celebrate So baby, take it all the way Stop talking in codes, stop talking in codes Tell me black and white Why I'm here tonight I can't read the signs Can't do it no more

I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side With your hands between your thighs Stop and wait a sec Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling What did you expect?

Not tonight (heyyyy!) (heyyyy!) not tonight Not tonight (hoooo!) Ladies and gentlemen (heyyyy! hoooo!) Slaughterhouse (heyyyy!) Slaughterhouse in the place to be, see And we got what it takes to rock the mic

I'm singin' in the rain, just singin' in the rain What a glorious feeling I'm happy again I'm laughing at clouds so dark above The sun's in my heart and I'm ready for love Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place Come on with the rain, I've a

When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas Told yourself a million times, you

Has only got so long Even the sweetest plum Maybe we're overgrown Maybe our time has come Baby, we're barely holding on (Got so long) You can't change what the seasons bring The sweetest plum Watching you sleep