Walk on, yeah, yeah Take a look around And tell me what you can see I guess that all depends on Exactly what you want it to be Don't know all the answers Everybody's running away, hey If you want to win the game Then you know it's a shame not to play

Your way or the rope Or the rope oh, oh, oh Don't (no, no, no, no) 'Cause when your mind's made up And do you think your time is worth more than mine? I'm still waiting, I'm still waiting yeah It's your way

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Tell me how you want it, yeah Tell me that you need me, yeah I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday All day, 24/7 Yeah, all day, 24/7 Call me and I'm on my

Get that dough-oh-oh-oh I've been runnin' 'round now for so long, yeah I've been kneadin', kneadin' 'til I'm sore, 'til it grow-oh-oh-oh It seems that every day and everywhere I go, yeah, I see ya Baby, I've just gotta let you know Take back all your

I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me (check it out) Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out) Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me (check it out) Shawty gon' get on top of me You know what I'm saying? Yeah, me and my homie We do this shit

Too paid to freestyle. He's looking good Where's my coffee? Good morning doctor carter (hey sweetie) Looks like its going to be a long day. (another one what we got?) Your first patient (yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concept (uh-huh) Originality (ugh)

You're gorgeous You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have You're so gorgeous You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad You should take it as a compliment And I'm so furious At you for making me feel

Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah Just my type But you're just my type The kind that only calls me late at night You can't decide if you'll be yours or mine I hate to say it, but you're just my type Oh, I hate to say it, but you're just my type You

I'm grindin', I can't even get no rest I'm vibin', I ain't even wanna take my meds Everybody like "what the fuck goin' in your head?" I'm from Broward County, but not the same place as X Yeah, I just fucked my ex bitch on that X Say she miss me and she