(It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter) And you, it doesn't matter what you do It doesn't matter And hey, it doesn't matter what you say 'Cause you are invisible to the world Whatever happened to dreams of old Where do you start When there's nowhere to go

Your cologne and the bass is making my heart beat insane Whatever happens stays between you and I Whatever happens tonight stays in the crowd Your cologne and the bass is making my heart beat insane Everybody thinks I'm weird but the truth is I'm not

Either die or go to jail that's a hell of decision But I'm wrong and I know it my excuses unimportant I'm just trying to let you know that I ain't think I had a choice, for real Hey, the price of fame cost to much (yeah boy) Like these niggas talk to

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) The party never ends Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm saying And

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to

She's got whatever it is It blows me away She's everything I wanted to say to a woman But couldn't find the words to say I don't know what to do Because every time I try and tell her how I feel You got whatever it is It comes out "I love you" She's got

As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run Do whatever I want like I'm born to run I wanna see Paris, I wanna see Tokyo I wanna be careless even if I break my bones Don't hold back Oh, I won't hold back

The hours tick away - they tick away In the fullness of time In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test? It is what it is - and whatever Time is still the infinite jest The arrow files when you dream, the hours tick away

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit I'm your brother shit, all that other shit It's too late for all that It's too late for all that, ayy Sick of these niggas (sick, sick) Whatever you did, it is what it is And I'm so tired (tired) I fuck with