Where'd you go? Oh memories! You were all I've ever known! How I miss yesterday! And how I'd let it fade away? Don't fade away. He was the congregation's vagrant, With an unrequited love. When your passion's exaltation,

They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies You little spies Crush, crush (Two, three, four!) Rock and roll, hey Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now?

She said so I'm in love with her and I feel fine She's in love with me and I feel fine Baby says she's mine, you know She tells me all the time, you know I'm so glad that she's my little girl She's so glad, she's telling all the world He buys her diamond

Even on sunny days, sunny days Paris don't compare to your smile What I have when I'm there with you Know-it-all's around me Telling me what I need They don't know enough about me I know you're probably worried So girl I try to hurry Right back to your

Call my name, here I come It pains me Please, just leave it Ninety to nothing, watch me run I am ashamed to say Ugly girls know their fate Anybody can get laid You want a room with a fire escape I want to tell you how much I hate this

May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow With every Christmas card I write

You would leave me alone But I can't turn down 20 All these bitches wanna have sex 'Cause they know a nigga got money I know I had a girl at home But that shit ain't mean nothin' to me 'Cause i'm just like every other nigga Stackin' with the wrong hitta

Whatever you with, we with it (whatever) Which one of my cars should I drive today? I don't know (they all foreign) Which one of my hoes should I fuck today? I don't know (they all bad) Which one of my chains should I put on? Put em all on You niggas you

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what to do to get 'em

I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got hitters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag Told my plug I need a pound You know I'm good for it I book a