Do you, Mr. Jones? You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard but you don't understand Just what you will say when you get home Because something is happening here but you

I'm on my own planet I'll do my own thing Then turn around and pat myself on the back (for doing good) I don't need nobody else I'm gon' do it by myself Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good) Right of the rip, nobody could fuck

No matter what you say or what you do When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side Till 3005, hold up Hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago Crew at my house and we party every weekend so On the

Don't even think about it! Don't go and get me started! Don't you dare drive me crazy! Don't do that to me baby! Whatever you do Deep in Denialville Tryin' a' fight the way I feel I go jello when you smile I start blushin' my head rushin'

Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you When you try your best but you don't succeed When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse When the tears come

Dance, don't hold the wall Dance don't hold the wall Dance, don't, don't, don't hold the wall Da-da-dance, don't hold the wall Come on baby dance with me It's getting down but I'll get up Baby hold on Dance, (What you do to me?)

Invitin' nobody Nobody but you I'll tell you that it It doesn't matter what you wear 'Cause it's only gonna be I'm having a party A party for two (I'm gonna do with you) Come on, come on

Simmer down, can you hear what I say Simmer down Simmer down, oh control your temper Simmer down, for the battle will be hotter Simmer down, like you never did before Simmer down, you lickin' too hot, so Simmer down, soon you'll get dropped, so Simmer

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those

Those fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It's witchcraft And I've got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do 'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And