I am machine I never sleep A part of me Wishes I could just feel something I wish I knew what it was like I keep my eyes wide open Until I fix what's broken Here's to being human All the pain and suffering

Damn you talk to me! Little girl what's your name Now don't you go looking at me like that You might see I'm ashamed, what's your name Talk with me, won't you talk with me Oh pretty girl It ain't too hip faking lines you ain't taking But your lips make

Oh baby, you don't have to go I beg you all night, baby, you don't have to go Oh baby, what's gettin' wrong with you Oh baby, turn your lamp down low You don't treat me nothin' like you used to do Well, I gave you all of my money, let you go downtown You

Take it off, pretty baby Take it off, give it to me Take it off, like you'd do me Take it off, drive me crazy You know you make me so hot, I wanna see what you got I wanna see what's inside, 'cause you got nothin' to hide Well my mind is gettin' dirty

Throw that money in the air and say yeah Throw that money in one hand and say yeah And say yeah In the back of the club with a stack full a dubs Drop it low like a pro, bring it back, that's what's up All my dogs up in here, plus there's hoes everywhere

Let the top down for some ventilation (yeah) Touchscreen navigation, get me to my destination If you can't get over me, it's because the good vibrations 50 large in my pants like, what? (Hey) Like what's the occasion? 50 large in my pants like what?

Wallflower, wallflower Won't you dance with me? I'm sad and lonely too I'm fallin' in love with you Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on The night will soon be gone I have seen you standing in the

Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane On a choppa rant I think I'm 'bout to lose it man In the trap still countin' change Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa? I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I couldn't understand "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh You said that irony was the

If you're 555, then I'm 666 If your 555, I'm 666 (Whats it like to be a heretic?) I'm a popstar threat and I'm not dead yet Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head Like a dead beat winner, I want to be a sinner An idolized bang for the industry