(Riff it down, riff it down, riff it make a fuss) We the generation and we have had enough We the generation and we have had enough, oh I can see more clearly now (yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah) I need you to trust me now (oh oh oh, oh oh oh) All I'll

I'm just waiting on a friend Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah I'm not waiting on a lady Just waiting on a friend Watching girls passing by, it ain't the latest thing I'm just standing in a doorway I'm just trying to make some sense Out of these girls

She’s been lonely and forgotten ever since But her beauty in the night light will remain Yeah will remain, dear Mary Jane A violet plucked from mother’s grave Oh hear Mary Jane Kelly So sad and singing sadly Ex-soldier Thomas Bowyer found you in the

Everybody wanna be like me Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah) Everybody wanna be like me (huh?) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (ooh) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (yeah, ooh) Everybody wanna be like me (ooh) Everybody wanna be like me

Oh, but if you want to win it You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

I can't lose, I can't lose Oh yeah, alright Oh yeah, all night When I'm 'round you Now I found you When I met you last night, baby

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

She's a good girl She feels so good La la la la la la la la la la la (Oh yeah, woo) She's such a good girl She's got a family in Carolina So far away, but she says I remind her of home Feeling oh so far from home

I won't let go, I won't let go I won't be alright Even if the sun crashes into us And I can be your light Stay with me tonight Oh, oh, yeah yeah yeah You got in so late It's Sunday morning

On the dead locs Blueface baby Yeah, aight, on the dead locs Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I had to wake that bitch up, she was 'sleep on me (wake yo' ass up) Yea aight, look at me now, lil' baby Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout? Tough on the 'Gram, bet you the .223