Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby I heard it's the bomb And you got it going on You got me dripping wet From the way you make me sweat Aight, new drink One part Alizé, one part Cristal Thug's Passion, baby

The weak or the strong You got it going on You're dead wrong What about ten years from now? Ten years from now, where do I want to be? I want to be, just livin' man Just living comfortably with my niggas man, in a pool and shit, smoking plenty indo You

And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Needle and the thread You watch me bleed until I can't breathe I'm tripping over myself Gotta get you out of my head Gonna wind up dead Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll

I'm going back home where I was born You can have it you can have it Got to go home got to go home First I planned to stay but I can't live this way Try to understand I think this city's grand But with all it's charm give me the little country farm Oh

Ey man, if you got a problem with somebody Whatever happened to approaching them? Looking at em eye to eye Too much tweefin' going on in this world Thumb thuggin' is at an all-time high They startin' to take this shit a lil too far Jack Rappers all in

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Ya, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying

Dude. I got to hear it! I wanna fucking hear it! I can't even like I can't even process what is going on right now So, I like, like, need a moment Hold on, I'm losing it (I got two phones, I'm trying to record you crying) I can't, I'm not crying, dude!

How did we get here? Baby, I gotta know On the other side of love Baby, you don't have to keep looking through my phone If something's going on, girl, you'd already know We can't even say two words without a fight anymore You tell me you hate me and I

She got me going down She got me going psycho Got me living on a tightrope But I love that shit Just be open to the possibility of me and you Oh no, you lie I want to, so I Might call you tonight if I do pick up

And I'm not going home with you, home with you I ain't got no time for no games Tell me what you like but it's never gon' change I'm not being rude, can you give me my space 'Cause I do what wan-wanna do So you do what you wan-wanna do Your words are