I keep on running Throw it all away throw it all away I keep on screaming but There's really nothing left to say So get away, just get away I keep on fighting but I can't keep going on this way I can't keep going, Why can't they let me be?

Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo? Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion Lights, camera, action I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel One thing I gotta know Your Daddy's Lambo? Let me see Hollywood for real You really in

Okay, 1-2-3, yeah, I just popped a bean Okay, 4-5-6, yeah, eight hoes on my dick Niggas salty and they hatin' 'cause Lil Purpp is young and rich And my girl got a girl but her tongue got my kids I just jumped up in that Jag, we smoke Woods, not no Zigs

I unapologize 'Cause you heard me right I meant every word Won't take back the way I feel about you Can't unsay what you heard And I won't try to fight 'em back or hide my feelings for you Last night, I was pouring out my heart like a waterfall to you

I'll show you the difference baby (woo-hoo-ooh, woo-hoo) You say nothing's good, good enough You've been broken like way too much Let me fix you baby 'Cause you ain't too uptight You keep it on the low but you know your body wants mine If you don't feel

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be

But I'm a man of the woods, it's my pride I brag about you to anyone outside I'm sorry baby, you know I tried I hear the making up's fun But then your hands talking, fingers walking, down your legs Say "Where's the faucet?" Someone's knocking like they

Backsliding Backsliding, I'm backsliding Wearin' your old t-shirt in the mornin', it feels so right Say it's gonna be the last time We say we won't, but then we do the same old thing fallin' right back in Why do we keep backsliding? I'm not suppose to be

Awake my soul, awake my soul Awake my soul How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes I struggle to find any truth in your lies And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know My weakness I feel I must finally show Har har, har har, har har, har har In

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)