Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long

But darling I'm a mess without your love Yeah I'll try to make our hearts beat in time, Even though your rhythm might not be with mine Heaven knows I'm trying, I'm trying to get by This might be wrong, but he's all I know He's all I know And most times I

I like how it feels, I like how it feels 'Cause I like how it feels You know I like how it feels Oh yeah I like how it feels This time, it's forever It gets better, and I, I, I like how it feels I like how it feels, So just turn it up, let me go I'm

When you finally get to the top Yeah you’re getting too close to me With all your negativity Just get lost So why you gotta interfere Just keep climbing that mountain, your dirty tricks You sure look pretty in your glass house You probably think you’re

We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do Now my girl you're so young and pretty Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin' He's been workin' and slavin' his life away (Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!) Girl, there's

Real nigga, I We see eye to eye Get high, touch the sky Right hand in the air Left hand in the pot Over that, 'bout they mad I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (green) Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky (yeah)

It's making me sad Can't take just a picture of you It's making me mad That I can't get past You call me, oh, you call me all the time You tell me, oh baby, yeah, you're mine I like you, baby draw me all these smiles I like you, but it's just so, so many

See through shirt on, bright pink Timbs Bright pink Timbs, bright pink Timbs I get money, I start trends My first car, it was a Benz, yeah Lonely at top, no friends Yeah, I make money, I start trends My first car, it was a Benz My whole closet, your

Girl don't feel outta place 'Cause I, I'm in love with this feeling now And I, I, hope that this will last a while We should make it last a while You like to drink, so do we Get more bottles, bring 'em to me Hold your glasses up, people everywhere Now

I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead I don't wanna be you I wanna make a lot of money But I don't wanna go to school I don't wanna get a real job It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do