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 big motherfuckin dick is whats up

If you want it like that you should show me Help me now, let me know Come on let me know, let me know I'm good either way Either way, uh Um whatcha say? What's going on? Good either way Either way, uh (gonna bring it back just like she owe me)

Well I only brought three, what you lookin' at me for? She's dressed in white and putting off crying Well you're the best man, so what's what's the plan? Why don't you talk to Matty about it? I said, I only brought three like I told you before We're gonna have

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers Every minute and every hour Every stumble and each misfire What's What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the world, oh Put

Girl you make my speakers go boom boom You're lookin' so good in what's what's left of those blue jeans The best buzz I'm ever gonna find And high on summertime That kinda thing makes a man go mm mm Drip of honey on the money make it gotta be Hey I'm a little

I won't ever be your cornerstone. Watch her run, can you feel it? I don't want to be here holding on. A single book of matches gonna burn what's what's standing in the way. Roaring down the mountain, they're calling on the fire brigade. Carry out the pictures

I miss you more I miss you, I miss you I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more I miss you more, I miss you more What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it? What’s gonna be left of the world, oh? Every minute and every hour Every stumble and

The way that I carry on. The way that I fuck her and I know that it turns her on So baby girl I'm gonna get you undressed I know you like it when I give you rough sex I bet you know what's what's gonna come next No fore play, no kiss, no caress Upon mi shoulder

We should have no ending, like limits to a sky Rather hear a good night, let's not say goodbye We should take what's what's left and make it right (We're gonna make it right) We should sleep all day and stay up all night (We're staying up all night) If London

And I know I'm gonna steal her eye My sun-eyed girl She doesn't even know what's what's wrong And I know I'm gonna make her die Take her where her soul belongs I saw her, yeah I saw her with her black tongue tied Round the roses Fist pounding on a vending