Slow down, you're gonna crash, Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Look out, you've got your blinders on I'm American made apple pie Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right. I was born

You can be the prey in your masquerade Now you're just somebody that I used to fuck Lest we learn, the tables turn So I'm betting out, I'm betting out But I'm getting out, I'm getting out Against insight I fed your source of revenue But now, it means

Black Cats, White Cats All my Zef Cats, look out Big dog in the place to be! Pitbull terrier, I am a pitbull terrier Pussy, for bad boy No pussy, sad boy You’re making me crazy Mal in the skull boy All work and no play

Building up a stack of bones Keeping up with the Jones Getting us all so jacked and jaded Baby if you're asking me Love is really all we need Everything else is overrated, overrated Or where it is you get your name from We're going down if we don't

You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight Oh you are my one, and only And you'll be alright I'll hold you tightly, I'll give you nothing but truth If you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you You are my one, and only You were just

I ran away, I ran away from good Honey I will meet you Darling I will keep you in my heart You're never gonna put me down Yeah I've been waiting all my life Honey I will stitch you Darling I will fit you in my heart You're not a day, you're not a day too

Can't get you out of my head Out of, out of my head Out of my headphones It's like the record stopped spinning And you're gone again and I'm stuck here alone I turn it up, you turn me on It takes me back It takes all night long

Err'thang high, high, high, high, high, high, high High, high, high, high, high, high It's time to go, it's time to go, I don't give a fuck about anything, that you're telling me Cause right now it's all, irrelevant It's time to go, it's time to go it's

I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you Can you hear the rumble? Can you hear the rumble that’s calling? Can’t you see that you’re lost without me? I feel your presence amongst us You cannot hide in the

Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm