Oh, oh, oh, oh I feel no pain Vengeance on my mind, all night, all day I feel my rage Once I get on and on, I'll say Yeah, I feel no pain Can never take it out of me, can only take me out it I feel no painn

Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?) Good weed, sex, and elevation (What?) Good weed, sex, and elevation Good weed, sex, and conversation Look, yeah (Yeah yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Calvin (Rich Gang) Girl you're fine, take your mind off of time Each mind,

When you gonna give it up to me So back it up deh, so pack it up yeah Cause I wanna be the man that's really gonna have it up And mack it up andslap it up yeah So what is up yeah you know you got the sinting I Nna me pants a develop and a swell up and

Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance To win the retreat, we all in too deep She's in love with who I am I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I

This critical, I am feeling helpless So hysterical, and this can't be healthy I can't even sleep when you're not with me Baby, you're the air I breathe So stuck on you This is critical, yeah Baby, it's so critical (critical) It's so critical (critical)

Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I

'Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky Humpty Hump's in the house with the locals Yo Schmoove kick the vocals Yeah, well we're back with another one Comin' hard and got suckers on the run You say, "You guys are known for havin' fun" Yeah well we'll do

I'm gonna dance on broken glass Ey, on broken glass And I'm gonna make that ceiling crash (uh) That ceiling crash So what? Still got knives in my back So what? So I'm tied to the tracks And here I go, here I go (Ooh, ooh, ooh) yeah here I go, here I go

Toot it up, drop Drop (yeah) Drop, ayy (yeah) Drop (drop it like it's hot) Drop, ayy (drop it like it's hot) Drop, ayy (like it's hot)

'Cause our bombs dem metaphoric We talk di truth and mek di youths dem better for it 'Cause I'm a fighter, yeah If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah ay Pocket full a promises Baby empty bellies Poverty and