What am I to do with my life (You will find out don't worry) (You just got to do it your way) I can't help the way I feel But my life has been so overprotected How am I supposed to know what's right? I need space There must be another way

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Which way the wind blows But I know I'll be alright If you think I'm crazy But if you say maybe, I No, love don't wait in line But I don't know I don't know why I don't want anybody else but you No one can ever add up to

Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved One time for my LA sisters One time for my LA hoes Lame niggas can't tell the difference One time for a nigga who knows Nigga you know how it go Fool me one time shame on you Fool me twice, can't put the blame on

But I can't find the words to tell you I don't wanna be alone, But now I feel like I don't know you Please don't get me wrong Because I'll never let this go, Maybe if my heart stops Beating it won't hurt this much And never will I have to Answer again to

Come on, come on don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted Can't turn back, now I'm haunted

Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? (felt felt felt) Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt (felt felt felt) Call it a curse Or just call me blessed If you can’t handle my worst You ain’t getting my best I can get low I can get low Don’t know which way is up Yeah

What's understood ain't gotta be explained Baby you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord

When I see your light shine, I know I'm home We're going home If we make it or we don't, we won't be alone If you're waiting all your life, you won't ever go When I see your light shine I can't see you But I hear your call Baby, hold on now Wanna run

I'm with Sack and Juvie So you gotta bring about three friends Don't flex, don't pretend White coupe, butter pecan Thick bitch, Puerto Rican You know we spin a bin Take you out to Paraguay Or California for the weekend Wash away all of the pain