Yeah, it all comes back to love (na, na, na) I don't know why we even tried this in the first place But it all comes back to love 'Cause it all comes back to love (Na, na, na, na) I been tryna to do my best in the worst way Yeah, it all comes back to

Welcome to the frat house I'ma hold my own, yeah Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills I’ma hold my own, yeah Bitches laying on the floor like it’s a

I'mma run up on you You ain't gotta wait for it I'll admit I'm wrong when I know that you gon' come for me When you gon' come for me, yeah Never gonna not not hit that, your lovin' is drugs to me When you gon' come to me, yeah And every time you hit my

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound (X) Won't even say your own name when I come around (X) Stay on top but remain from the underground (X) to the Z and we all in the family Yeah, ladies and gentleman Broadcasting live to you and yours It's

(Yeah, I bloom) I bloom just for you (I bloom) just for you I bloom just for you I've been saving this for you, baby Come on, baby, play me like a love song Every time it comes on I get this sweet desire Just for you I need you to

Come rain or come shine Happy together, unhappy together Wouldn't it be fine Days may be cloudy or sunny We're in or we are out of the money, yeah I'm with you rain or shine I'm gonna love you, like no one loves you High as a mountain, deep as a river I

Baby, I just wanna chill and smoke, yeah You should come hop up on this jet, baby Hurry up, before you get left I just wanna take a flight with you I just wanna chill and smoke, yeah Said that I just wanna chill and smoke, yeah I wanna catch a flight

Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Runnin' to-and-fro, hard workin' at the mill Never fail in the mail, yeah, come a rotten bill Salesman talkin' to me, tryin' to run me up a creek Says

Jesus children You'd better tell Your story fast And if you lie It will come to pass Don't lie to 'em (Tell your story) Your story fast Tell your story, story! And if you lie (Yeah, tell your story)

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so